Apocalyptic Dreams


Stalk through the shades of night
Disaster riding on a darkened tide
Wandering shells that have forgotten the light
We crave your flesh
We crave your flight
A perfect line of chaos
A perfect sense of fear
March forward towards your destiny
Within the melting world
Disintegrate upon your knees
Devotion makes you blind
Someday it must be seen
We prey on souls
A million times
Someday it will be seen
We prey on souls
To feed our rusted minds
A Monster’s breath of hatred
With no conception of why
Empty hearts can bleed
And they will drain out life
Birth touches decay
A Monster borne of time


© 1997 Kelly Turner