When the heart of the city burns again and the children lash out at each other with insatiable rage, bury your dead deep, for violence is an old beast that only pretends to sleep. I saw the man with the tattered hat, I heard the fireworks, I was forced to choose between wisdom and oblivion - the dilemma left me paralyzed.
Blindly we followed the screaming crowd. On most nights, we dared not sleep, and when we did our dreams tasted like rusted iron. Some said the end was coming, others said it had just began. We prayed for rain to wash our sins away, and when the rain came, we retreated back into our caves- by now, sins had become our second skin and we refused to peel them.
The prophets withered and died, the visionaries lost their touch with sanity, the innocent were slaughtered and onwards we moved, laughing like mad. In the darkness, we devoured each other with hatred and lust; under the merciless sun we οnly walked in silence.
First our clothes began to fade, then our kisses lost their taste; in the end, we forgot all the names we knew- the names of our friends, the names of our enemies, even our own. Perhaps we never reached our destination, perhaps we did, and marched through it all the same...
Blindly we followed the screaming crowd. On most nights, we dared not sleep, and when we did our dreams tasted like rusted iron. Some said the end was coming, others said it had just began. We prayed for rain to wash our sins away, and when the rain came, we retreated back into our caves- by now, sins had become our second skin and we refused to peel them.
The prophets withered and died, the visionaries lost their touch with sanity, the innocent were slaughtered and onwards we moved, laughing like mad. In the darkness, we devoured each other with hatred and lust; under the merciless sun we οnly walked in silence.
First our clothes began to fade, then our kisses lost their taste; in the end, we forgot all the names we knew- the names of our friends, the names of our enemies, even our own. Perhaps we never reached our destination, perhaps we did, and marched through it all the same...
