Humanity

Very different, and very vague.
Lost inside my head
Why do I not dread
All the mysteries
Found in history

Crumbling towers
Locked inside
Drizzling showers
Raise the tide

Force of habit
Dawned tomorrow
The white rabbit
Do I follow?

How can I dread
All my sorrow?
When I know there's
No tomorrow

Catastrophe is
Here for me
Massacre is
Here for her

Contemplate
The mysteries
Don't be late
Or you won't see

This is our majesty,
Horrifically, animosity
All the atrocities
That make up our humanity

As I start to sing my sweet
Lullaby of Misery
You will love it, it's a treat
Then we become our history
By
Published: 9/7/2010
Post Comment
Your Comments:
Your Name: