My Final Words

Spaceships with sharp edges peirce the day sky, bleeding torment upon my minds eye. 

The battle for humanity's sanity has begun, with knifes and guns aimed towards our heart, we tread upon  falling stars. 

I am reset with the rise of every Sun, Draging my dormant cadaver towards the dwelling of his fallen grace and storms batter my aching house of stone and mótar.

Wind from a thousand wolves expose my fragile self. 

I am left to question my reality, tormented by my disassociation, I remove my eyes and ears, for I cannot cope on this earth. 

It has become a place of barren thoughts, home to an alien race of manifesting fears. 

I shed a tear, hoping one day that a God will appear and set me free from my karma, but I am left to bang away upon the crust of my distrustful nature. 

Knowing that i fell from Vishnus hip, knowing that his thousand eyes are blind to my misery.