The Second Coming

all things are falling apart

we're moving in circles

the center cannot hold

a black hole where once was a god

don't miss a thing, it's

the last story to be told

in perfect symmetry

you are the left eye

i am the right one

no others between you and me

floating in silence

chasing eachother

turning and turning away

further apart in

a widening gyre

seing each other as prey

as perfect invaders

as things to devour in flames

and who gets to raise the stone?

disobedient, rebel to the bone

who shall remain untouched?

in perfect solitude, never alone

and what of the dreamers?

what of the angry cries?

beautiful sinners...

under the desert

under the desert skies