The victims refuse to surrender,
Hiding and ignoring blight.
The canaries do not share their splendor,
Won’t sing their songs, won’t take flight.
Death is imminent; We shall not part
On this dreadful one last day.
As the fallout slowly starts
We fall to knees and begin to pray.
They mar the suns in our broken sky,
Yet, we have not lost all hope.
The end continues to draw nigh,
Toward salvation, we do lope.
But in defeat, we wipe our brows,
As black as night, it beckons, still.
I tear my heart out, useless now, and
Place it, beating, on the sill.
Jul 7, 2010
Jul 7, 2010 at 11:25 PM UTC
The victims refuse to surrender,
Hiding and ignoring blight.
The canaries do not share their splendor,
Won’t sing their songs, won’t take flight.
Death is imminent; We shall not part
On this dreadful one last day.
As the fallout slowly starts
We fall to knees and begin to pray.
They mar the suns in our broken sky,
Yet, we have not lost all hope.
The end continues to draw nigh,
Toward salvation, we do lope.
But in defeat, we wipe our brows,
As black as night, it beckons, still.
I tear my heart out, useless now, and
Place it, beating, on the sill.