You slid down the rail,
you tripped on the step
Busted your head,
oh, what a mess.

No lights on,
your eyes are red.
People surround,
You're almost dead.

Strapped to the board,
they take you away.
Accidents happen.
You are finally awake.

Into god knows where
Into a deep dark lair
Slowly as a candle burns
My body twists and turns
For I am robed in flames
I am the fire he now claims

Still widely around my soul
All scorched out, nothing but coal
The rope which hasn't snapped
The endless fall in which I'm trapped
The more I fall, the less I care
For all the times, I spent up there

No escape from this descent
None of this is what I meant
Stripped of scent and sight
Cast away from the light
Void of all my senses
Void of all known faces


*Slow Descent by João Massada is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.

We live in a world of ill reprieve,
cast into the under belly of society.

We are driven into the depths of mortal sins,
drowning in pools of ***** waste that haunt our minds.

We are forever deserted in a desolate wasteland of filth,
crawling and scratching our way to the surface just to breathe.

We are in hell's kitchen, where we are the feast
and the natives are restless and getting very hungry.

We destroyed every morsel of our well being,
we were not civilized human beings, we were animals.

We were the cause of the volatile destruction of mankind,
we dropped the words, the weapons and the bombs.

We are no more.