In this world decayed,
We are the last.
We are the doomed.
Welcome to the age of darkness:
Mankind’s manufactured misery,
A man-made brand of impending doom,
A self-inflicted ominous threat
Of greed and selfishness, slow and painful,
Until out of our Mother Earth’s screaming
Was birthed the immortal midnight.
The past is like a series of haunted dreams.
The present is emptiness.
But in the barren landscapes of wasteland reflections,
Dancing in our minds like a creepy weirdo,
Perhaps we can hang onto that fading hope
That the future is more than an apocalyptic sunset.