Vanishing

Strode across the smoky floors in time To bear witness and hear the death of paradigms Lords of sound and simple vice Young gods severe and satellites Augmented nights, adrenaline Of nicotine and satin skin That world is dead, just memories A faded scene inside of me Vanishing Vanishing Vanishing Born of earth shaking Maldoror Legion crushed, the legion crushed what came before Imploded meaning for the youth Who never knew, never knew the joy of truth Their pale and pallid replication Could never spark a true creation That world is dead, just memories A faded scene inside of me Vanishing Vanishing Vanishing Scorched minds and stark narration Adroit intent, not imitation Blurred reflections, a better time Post-modern tantrums on a father's dime Vanishing Vanishing Vanishing Vanishing A shining path beckons me Never to be seen again A shining path beckons me Never to be seen again A shining path beckons me Never to be seen again A shining path beckons me Never to be seen again