preparing for the decay: we are drowning where our bones will forever lay

born to this religious crusade, built on love and faith. still i dont feel awake. all of the lives ive slain to the art of pain. the blood lingers in my veins and drys out my heart. not enough water in my eyes to help make my point stay alive. below the dirt and above the sunrise. im changing dramatically from a world so hollow that it gets a hold of me, and its hard for me to swallow. all i seem to see has forgotten all about me. dreaming of a place where life hasnt changed, is the latest trick ive learned to do. how many shadows have you seen explain their life to you and their dreams? all of the ghosts in a town called Hope, guiding you as you walk all alone. dripping with sweat thinking "my god when will this end?" holding onto something that seems so true. a fairy tale that you once knew. but the nightmares lurk behind us as The Machines rise above us. before the storms cast shadows over the sun, "no more light, all hope is gone." turning our heads against the light. how many of you believe we will survive the night? trust the ending and change the beginning. tomorrow may define the future for our sorrow. this is my calling and i cant go on any longer. these angels wont go on falling. and i know, that there is no reason for this. ive been eating glass to avoid the truth. im wasting time with myself. my fingers are bent back. the tide touching the sky, a symphony of bliss to an understanding of this. when the moon falls, and brings the clouds down with it. i will see the angels fly with the birds as i go on believing. that this world was never really meant for the taking. and ive wasted all of my time thinking that the blood wasted on this crash. will come back for me in the end to claim my life again. just as death grabs my hand that is when i understand. that death is now my only friend.