Bitter filled with sweet regret

As he stared into the skies

Salty were the tear drops

That left depression’s eyes

Lonely thoughts of things that were

And dreams that would never be

A holy shroud of silence 

came between the world and me.

Different are the chosen lost

A strange menagerie

Afflicted by the poison

Of modern society

Beneath the roar of thunder

I heard the raven’s call

As he flew before the ruins

Of heaven’s empty halls.

In deathwatch march the living

And among them are the dead

Forgotten are the heroes

nowhere to lay their heads

Hunger rots the stomach and

Ignorance robs the mind

But the soul without a drop of hope

soon to leave this world behind.