Somewhere in the deep vastness of my mind,
I've let all control be left behind.
I see the bleeding hearts break on and forth,
The hunter's prey, I'm but a mere sport.
The sky turns from deep purple to grey,
And I stand motionless, yet I drift away.
I hold in my clutch the plans to unfold,
I keep in my grasp all that I know.
Held in my soul the screams go unheard,
Swallowed into the War Of The Worlds.
No chance to break free;
No chance to be found;
The cries themselves too utterly profound.
I find myself unable to hold on,
While others find me seemingly gone.
I close my eyes and listen to my breath,
The bitter-sweet song of evocative death.
They see in their hearts a desolution of fear,
For they fear in time that the end is too near.
Draw back away and into our own,
We find in our souls a new tattered home.
A home to break loose, to let it all go,
A home to feel free, and no longer hope;
To foresee the day that we all fall to tell,
The day that we find our new homes in Hell.
