The golden road and the wolf

Falling threw thought scapes 

A 100 noises away from sanity

This and that this and that

Always something to take my attention

To where ever I never wanna be

In this city my soul bleeds

Longs for a calm place

Maybe birds and trees

A nice girl and a few sweet dreams

Thus ends the daydream and I'm back again

Back to the faces back to the filled up spaces

Everyone trying to hold on to the wind

Never really understanding which way it blows

Like everything I suppose an ironic world

lost in a Roman wilderness off pain and all the children are insane

This is the end 

The end of the road it seems from where I'm standing 

Just what's going on I wonder as i sip another coffee

A distraction a pied piper of Hamlin complex

Suffer little children to come unto me

I watched them follow him off the golden road 

And weeped as the wolf lead my brothers and sisters

Off out there beyond the pines the dark side of the moon

The dark land of pan panic

When I watch and stare into that nothingness I see the eyes

In dreams that become nightmares I've seen them shape shift

The children of the wolf the incubi and succubi

They rule in hades and feed like witches on Hansel and Gretels 

Suffer little children to come unto Me for thine is the kingdom of heaven

Have mercy on me a sinner

A poem by Liam Herdman