Frangible Lifestyles

Frangible Lifestyles

In this line of sand
leading away from the truth
I can read your future
even though it's emptier
than the hand you're holding out to me

The deserted fields of our youth
once so full of hope
form the perfect context
for the howling wind
echoing in our empty hearts

This time the sky will stay grey
devoid of any sense of light
this time the birds will fall down
like a plague we considered to be merely mythical
and our eyes won't find a place to rest

The metal machinery won't fuel our movements any longer
the cogs have started failing, one by one
we find ourself stuck in this desolate world
without any hope for a saviour
still
we burn all the wood we can find
and light a fire of despair
 

Now the only concern we have left
is who will die first
and how to bury yourself
as last one standing
when there is no light
to guide your soul