Ruthless light dripping like glowing iron in my opaque gaze
Eyes that witnessed the senseless delirium of matter and spirit
Heat burning through eyelids, too much light, too much pain
The boundless idiocy of transitory futility and eternal silence
Gazing at the slow, endless flow of waters
Adamantine glows on moving liquid canvas
Beauty can harm without wanting nor knowing
Nothing hurts deeper than what cannot be renounced
Drop by drop towards the sea, moments towards eternity
Drops of blood from the battlefield flowing towards the great common grave
Blood spilled with strength, with pain, with rage, with desperation, with serenity
Blood spilled in sacrifice, blood spilled in vengeance, blood spilled in vain
Blood gushing from wounds of yore and always renewed
When every moment is a hungry caress releasing more scarlet lymph
Flowing away like a river towards the sea, without reasons why
And every source will ultimately run dry
Sitting on the bank, observing water and blood stream
Sometimes discerning familiar faced corpses floating seaward
Too many memories can never find peace
And so does he who bears them inside
Maybe he would eventually see his own face
Among the drifting bodies, immobile, imperturbable
The river and the blood always kept flowing
He watched them wordlessly
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
(Hidden outro)
Catastrophe, final resolution, change of fortune – the point of no return cannot be left behind without a crisis eradicating each and every pre-existing factor that led to such a detrimental stalemate. Much like natural selection, those who possess the abilities to navigate through the tumultuous times will be granted to witness and contribute to the new, emerging epoch – not a tabula rasa scenario, but a selective reconstruction for which the passing of prior knowledge is vitally necessary. It must also be noted that only such a crisis can overcome the deadlock, and further stagnation and postponement will only lead the inevitable resolving event to be exponentially more severe in nature, much like a storm breaks out with more violence the longer it has been brewing.
