Of crumbling walls and mourning morrows,
Of suffering and impending doom,
Of blatant uncertainty and intolerable cruelty,
Of such a time are we the bearers.
In a world of perpetual ellipse,
Covered in a dark soot,
Where wind is unable to remove from over our heads,
The deep mist we lie in,
Where the light struggles to enter,
And unsuccessfully so is lost in the stranglehold of depth,
Of such a time are we the bearers.
In a time where youth remained orange and yellow,
But simply in the deepest shades,
Where violence is a way of life,
And pain and anger another step in a day,
Where knowledge is trumped by ignorance,
Or the gathering of muddled up thoughts,
Leading into infinite despair,
Of such a time are we the bearers.
Of times of cleverness and cunning eyes,
Of lost souls wandering the plane,
Of living breathes ending in vain,
Of such a time are we the bearers.
And as we struggle to find the shining light,
We must forsake this life,
And lead ourselves into a place of tranquility,
For we are the only ones who can,
Mold our lives into something of our worthy,
And break through the shackles that bind,
If only to find the strength.
But sometimes the darkness is too pitch,
To let us see beyond,
And so we lie in pretenses of 'nothing's wrong'.
Of such a time are we the bearers?
