Reaching for a light
that cannot be had,
For it is but a mirage
hanging in the Blackness.

She dreams of a new way
to live the life she has forgotten,
Hoping to be released from
a life not worth remembering.

But a life of immortality
does not come with that choice.
A life without death is empty,
there's nothing to value when there is nothing to lose.

She is free to live her life
anyway she shall choose,
Yet she will spend eternity
reaching for that light.

These chains that bind us
shall never break.
We have worked to hard
to build them around us.

Slamming doors on those who don't understand,
turning the lock and throwing out the key.
Resigning to reside within ourselves.

Waiting in the shadows, we lurk
seeking out that one soul,
the one as lost as ourselves.

These chains that we bound ourselves with
shall never break; shall never release.
All we can do is wait for the one
who's chains fit with ours so well.

Wars are fought and people are lost.
Babies are born and grandmas die.
But this means nothing to someone who had nothing.

The world moves on, leaving us behind.
Time stands still as we watch it go.

The second hand flies, the minute hand close behind.
Hours tick by, days are gone in a blur.
Time never stops, just leaves us behind.

No one sees us, we keep to the shadows.
They walk past, not a care in the world.
At their hand, we are frozen in reality.

Tomorrow will come, but we will not know.
We remain on our own, without someone to hold,
living out our sentence, trapped in the clock of eternity.

his was war and this was what always happened in war.

The young and the strong
The young and the brave
The young and the weak
All die the same.

Other young people killed them.

Those who spent their lives moping about by themselves
would mope along right into their graves.

Those who were defiant
would defy until they dropped dead.

The maudlin would weep and the deal makers would bargain
and the jokers would joke.

But every last one of them would die.
For it is in death that we are truly equal.

The pendulum sways from side to side
counting the seconds that seem to drag on by.
From left to right and back again,
ever swinging, never caring.

When all at once we have moved on,
from tonkin trucks and toy voodoo dolls
to raising a family hidden in the shadows,

There comes a moment too late
when we realize we never went back again,
Never stopped to play pretend.

Assuring ourselves that all was well,
unaware that we were slipping away.
Though surrounded by so many, yet still alone,
we are left to stand amidst the blackened rain.

We have it all but we have forgotten
what it meant to be alive.
Clock in and out, work it all away
to live a life that we are living wrong.

Surrounded by it all
Wishing we could be free.
Free from having to flee
Free from the suffering of the greed.

Every day we wake, there is something new,
Another round of death for humanity
Be it the end of a celebrity’s sanity,
Be it a destructive cry of nature’s lament.

As time goes on, everything falls.
We are all here now, but forever it will not be.
Living out every moment we can is our own immortality.
Living out our lives, for all things will eventually disappear.

Death and destruction follow the human race, it is our way.
We build to break and love to hate.
But maybe this is how it is meant to be in the days before we’re at that gate.
But maybe someday our end will be for the best.

War and hate are the human ways,
...The purest of us, the gentle and kind,
Without them we wouldn't know how to fill our days.
...Cannot avoid having hate on their mind.
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There will come a day, like all species before,
...Alike as well as those species by default,
When the human race will be no more.
...Our end too shall come at the humans' fault.
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We wish and hope that our ways will change,
...But the reality tells us there is no way,
That we can find ways of living that aren't so strange.
...Death and destruction is just how we play.