these are the sounds of the missiles sleeping in the ground. the world painted black going off the rails on a locomotive. four thousand ways to retreat. never stop to see the risk it has led. all words going blank, as empty thoughts run out of time. crooked messages fall in collapse, the sound of burning buildings relapse over and over again. when the breath of leaves fall to a heart in the street. tasting our lungs has never been so sweet. our father has landed on this plain. all faces are long in the night. and we believe no one ever hears us in the night. when a thousand angels see us, and cry. all legs running in opposite directions we lose sight of which way to go. sleeping with sidewalks over my chest just praying.
"please stop walking over me. my legs cant take much more of this!"
all words turn to stone and fall. nothing alive ever seems long enough to live. we try to forget the past. but it gets harder as it repeats itself over and over again. i see an old man dripping with sorrow and his hands folded. hiding his life, he does it very well. a thought escapes his mind, and i catch it in the air. dripping with tears, i see his heart flooding in this ceremony. make no doubt about it. some people would rather die then to give up what they've been holding onto. that alone justifies that there is more to life then this. and i cant get pass this. stretch marks on my eyes, scars lead to testify, ive been swallowing the wrong seed all along. all planets eclipsed around us. someone add some color to this. remember the fever that we left. i get too scared. too scared that one day i will not wake up. then when i do. ill realize the only person alive is me.
in dreams... street lights flicker like time bombs to the end of this city. drum beats perfectly aligned with mankinds heart beat.
we surrender our fate. we are finally drowning in the arms of machines.
"children weep."
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