Ashen nights sweep across the sky with coal black raven wings 
moon glistens in some far off distant world 
like a memory that no one remembers. 
we're here left sitting on bones of our ancestors 
thinking that we once could or would remember all and at the same time forget. 
The land is dead deserted thought better of and never realized. 
the possibilities of endlessness ends. 
Our eyes lose all signs of life 
and we hang our heads in the collapsing darkness of the sun 
burning out its last solar flair before erupting into an abysmal black hole 
hungrily devouring our desolate war ravaged earth. 
Tongues slither for some deeper meaning in all of this drudgery. 
Our questions are answered with cross word puzzle rhythms and scrabble cheats. Our truths have been diluted to lies 
Mixed with alcohol breath and manufactured meat by-products. 
Sold for public consumption
Sold for public herding 
Cattle biting the hand that feeds
we spent our time trusting in the wrong vices and advices.