Broken lullaby
A shattered birdsong,
Broken by Time.

An abandoned railroad,
Faded away and empty

Empty streets,
Eerie mist, settling like smoke.

Where is everyone?
Lost to Time herself?

A mother’s cracked, broken lullaby,
Haunting the ghostly town.

Wailing through the still silence,
Again and again and again

She tears through the burning world,
Wreaking havoc as she goes.

She races through the forest where Grief used to walk,
But now it is they that turn their faces away.

Bitter words fall,
From her harsh lips.

”Begone!” she cries,
her sharp words piercing the heavens,

But is it the world she is yelling at,
Or herself?

if you peer through her armour,
You might catch a glimpse of what is haunting her.

A sea of sorrows,
Drowning her.
Are you surprised?

She wears the night like a cloak of shadows,
As if she wishes to hide.

She creeps through the silent forest,
Long after the day has gone

With lonely feet, she walks the shores,
Of beaches lost and found.

Her inky eyes hold the galaxies,
Long after their collapse.

Her heart holds a silent storm,
And the crying crows join her lament.

But if you glimpse her soul,
You will be surprised.

For you may find a sunrise,
Peeking through the storm.

And in the end
it is just you
and me
and who we
turned out
to be

The walls are closing in,
And I just can't hide,
From the growing emptiness that poisons me from the inside.

No one's there, I'm left all alone.
I can't breathe,
And I'm left on my own

I try to inhale,
breath in, breath out.
But the air is clouded with chaos, and it tastes stale

This is me now, shards of broken glass.
I am broken.
This is who I am, my nightmare has come to pass.

Everyone has a nightmare.
I guess I'm mine

The colours and the lights that glow,
The music and the masks,
The people swaying to and fro,
In the enchanted dance.

The moon and the stars that glow,
The glimmer in her eyes.
The glistening earth, creating quite a show,
Gleaming as the sun begins to rise.

The gas and the smoke the flows,
The fire and the ruin.
The devastation that grows and grows and grows,
This barren land with blood strewn.

The horror and the burning earth,
The mess you refuse to regret.
Trapped under the Ruin’s Curse,
I won't forget

What if.
What if we are doomed to burn,
And will just destroy ourselves?

What if.
What if the government was destined to fall,
And then what if anarchy wreaks havoc?

These words
Tell the
Story
Of

What if.