sighs a madness eating the way of life and flesh white birds fly below the ground and the dust on my feet melts acid like juice sure and stewed kiss light kills people vanish and the hell is fallen to the hand of the other this place isnt black the darkness isnt there like it should be the dirt halo surrounds the earth where the folk cry and wail castles breakdown destroyed the ancient And preserve nothing the crumble of the towers bricks residue seperating in water oil floats and gold parts in the sand the ground shakes and splits cascading to the depths and core and I look to the sky, where the blue has clouded over and red and grey and green flash the moon where the sun once was and the faces in the clouds spit fire and laugh as these fields are now grey like the dim sky the end hasnt begun the end is on my palm this world is now not an illusion but what it was all along eyes opened And mouths closed hair swept and dirty fingers cold like ice upon glass tables my lantern flickers