Drowning in your waves of death,
with the scattering of your love,
like a beautiful red and white flower peddle in a mercuy over grown lake.
I can feel your pain, and my hope.
This world seems to be crumbling beneath our unstable feet.
Utopia no were in my blurred and confused sight.
No closer to living my full unthoughtful life,
only closer to my long expanded death,
we think its not coming,
but we are being naive,
in our simple overtaken minds.
Look into the clouded city rain and see the truthful colors,
colors of the dark and disturbed world,
that will end with OUR unhappiness.
