Young and naïve, the purest form of love
Carefree, it seemed, that time was on their side
But a darkness
grows within her,
A merciless sickness inside,
Consuming what she used to be,
He refused to watch her wither
away
Desperate to find a way
To go beyond the reach of
time
Within the depths of the human heart
We have only
found mere clues
To this cosmic riddle: Why are we
here?
Searching for answers, we look to the silent
sky
And turn away with empty hands
Over and over
again
Maybe someday, the sky will break like glass
As the
heavens come crashing down to meet us
Determined to
reach the horizon
Where dark and light collide
Within
the depths of the human heart
We have only found mere
clues
To this cosmic riddle: Why are we here?
Searching
for answers, we look to the silent sky
And turn away with
empty hands
Over and over again
At last, the eternal
fountain, but it was too late for her
Mere seconds beyond
this realm of existence but death gives nothing back
So
bitter, that divine elixir, embedded deep within his
bones
Condemned to wander through the centuries alone
Under a cloak of faith
They have the means to conquer,
condemn, and command
A message distorted
A conscience
corrupted,
There’s nowhere to turn
When the hand that
feeds you
Holds the blade that bleeds you
dry
Calloused hands reaching for something to hold
onto
Desperation can corrupt even the purest of heart
A
people unwanted,
A way of life forgotten
From your
sheltered perspective
Who are you to decide who lives or
dies
Weary hearts led astray by the promise of
eternity,
Taught not to question, just to comply
A
doctrine of peace
Forged in blood
There’s nowhere to
turn
When the hand that feeds you
Holds the blade that
bleeds you dry
Within the shadow of the statue
Devious
plots unfold as they enslave the vulnerable minds
Born into a synthetic world
Tranquilized and
pacified
Taught only to fear every unknown
Information
denied
Barely a human being
The son of a
machine
Psychologically bound to this place
Yet the
door remains unlocked
A malevolent experiment
Repressing
him from inside
A sterilized environment designed
to
Keep his young mind from questioning
It’s fear, not
steel or stone, that keeps him imprisoned in
This plastic
world he calls his home
Through the keyhole shines a
light
A strip of gold cuts through the gray
A color
foreign to this
Endless monotony
A sterilized
environment designed to
Keep his young mind from
questioning
It’s fear, not steel or stone, that keeps him
imprisoned in
This plastic world he calls his
home
Transfixed, he starts to rethink
The ingrained
into his heart
Reassessing, refocusing
He takes a step
beyond the threshold
His mind an empty canvas waiting to
be painted,
Not unlike the four colorless walls
That form
the only world he has ever known
His mind an empty
canvas waiting to be painted
So unlike the vibrant world
sprawling out before his eyes
Fully conscious for the
first time
The son of a machine