Please, make it stop.
Every note feels like a bullet to my skull.
Every melody feels like a sword cutting through my spine.
Every song feels like I'm being drawn and quartered.
I try asking them to turn it down,
But they only turn it up!

Every sound feels like torture
Ripping through my eardrums
Even the click of a pen is deafening
I try to cover my ears, but the sounds just don't stop hurting!
Every word I say makes me crush my own head with my hands
I just want to sit and wallow in absolute silence
Away from all this noise
I want to be rid of this pain
Even writing this poem sounds someone tearing at my brain
I just want to die.

We stray far from a land turned to ash
We sail away from the perils of warfare
Passing through guarded political borders
And hiding in the blind spots of armed watchtowers
We're gonna get there.

There are five of us split between two boats
One boat suffered damages during our escape
While the men are free from their slavery, they are still forced to work
Throwing buckets of water overboard, in rhythm with the waves
We're gonna get there.

As the sun begins to sink into the sea behind us
We spot dark clouds forming ahead
As thick as the smoke from the burning city we fled
We will be hit by the storm, just like our hometowns
We're gonna get there.

In the wind we swayed back and fourth
The damaged boat crumbles away. Three men drown.
They died with dignity. They died as free men.
We must push onward. We cannot let their sacrifice be for naught.
We're gonna get there.

We spend the rest of our days reassuring ourselves
Ensuring we know what we did was right
We spend the rest of our days searching
Travelling the crossroad between life and death
We're gonna get there.
To the promised land.

The air raid siren sounds through the busy streets
People flood out of their homes and rush to the bunkers
Children and pets are trampled by the tidal wave of screams
It was every man for himself at this hour of the night

The hobos and the madmen of the alleyways looked at each other
They knew they had no place to be safe from the oncoming terror
Rivalries were dropped so they could all enjoy their final moment
Together, as the city's outcasts. Together, as a family.

Overhead, a squadron of heavy bombers fly over the city
Like shooting stars in the night sky - except they don't bring wishes
As they pass over the city, they open their hatches
Atomic payloads drop out of the bombers and fall to the ground

Upon impact, an entire civilisation is wiped out completely.
Millions of lives. Decades of work. Lost to the wind.
Thousands of happy stories, erased and replaced by one sad poem.
All that remains is the shadow of the people, scorched into the ruins.

She stands in the midst of a vast meadow
A wind blows gently, it doesn't phase the widow
Only the rustling of the grass and flowers can be heard
Not a single creature lives here, the widow is alone

Before her stands a tall archway made of sunflowers
Each flower spiralling around one another in unity
To form two curved pillars that interlock at the top
It is a portal to an alternate reality: A gate

The widow has known about this structure for some time
She has examined it from every possible angle
But she has never entered it
She does not know what lies beyond, or if she can ever return

Finally, the widow decides to explore the world beyond the gate
She gathers her wits and steps underneath the interlocked pillars
To be greeted by a world that is not too much different from her own
But as she turns around, she sees that the world is engulfed in flames

I stand tall on a pillar of bones
And I look towards the sky
As magnificent wings tear open my back
Emerging from my spine
The splendour of these white feathers
That I have been gifted for my efforts
I will cherish them greatly
For they are my new pride and joy

I spread my wings and look down
These bones I stand proudly on
The lives I've sacrificed for my lord
I did everything I had to for this gift
I have slaughtered my enemies
I have slaughtered my friends
I have even slaughtered my family
All for the glory of my lord

I have assembled this tower of bones
So I can become closer to my lord
So I can bask in his grace
So I too can become a god
To swim through the skies
And be free of the horrors of down below
No sacrifice was too great for this moment
I have finally broken free

I throw my body off of my pillar
With my wings spread, I glide
I soar through the skies with pride
I flap my wings and begin to ascend
But I notice that my wings start to feel heavy
They start to grow stiff
My wings are turning to stone...
My wings are turning to stone!

Please, my lord, why is this happening!?
I did everything for you!
I gave you my entire life!
Please, please, please, let me fly!
I don't want to fall!
I don't want to fall!
I don't want to fall!
I don't want to...

Regardless of my begging
I plummet towards the ground
Engulfed in a ball of flames
I am an angel of stone
Sent down to the ground so soft
My impact will bring holy fire
I am the divine intervention
To bring an end to those who walk the same path I did.

Street light's red
He fondles his girl
She appreciates his touch
Love is in the air tonight
The ****** tension is unbearable
They cannot wait to get home
To explore each other's bodies in bed

Street light's amber
The car behind honks its horn
He is caught off guard
His girl gets up to look out of the sunroof
Her denim shorts rest against his face
He is distracted by her glamour

Street light's green
He slams his foot down on the pedal
The engine revs and the vehicle jerks forward
He hasn't even grabbed the wheel yet
His girl loses her balance and falls into him
His hands knock the wheel
The car swerves into the intersection
He curses and tries to gain control of the car
His girl tries to regain her balance
But a semi ploughs into the vehicle from the left
The vehicle is tipped onto its side and scrapes against the street
His girl screams and tries to get back inside
Another car speeds by in panic and it hits his girl
Her head is ripped off by the impact
He is knocked unconscious
Their foolishness caused this scene

Sirens ring in the distance
He regains his consciousness and climbs out of the wreck
He evaluates the damages to figure out the costs
But he stumbles upon a sight which will haunt him to this day
The body of his girl spread out and mutilated by the crash
Her blood pours out of her neck and pools in the street
This night was to end in splendour
Yet their actions only resulted in misery

Five hanged men drift peacefully way up high
Disturbed only by the rip tide in the sky
Casting an unusual light like a firefly
Who are these men, and who did they defy?
Why do their ropes tell me unholy lies?
Even beyond the clouds do their chains rise