Apocalyptic Fantasies Part 1 Poem by grim blackhart

Sins etched in flesh-names forgotten in the endless winds-ravaged bodies litter these streets-filth penetrates essences of the last things to kill. Darkness fades from light, balances shattered now-glass spread over the soil, stitched shut we cannot feel anymore-false illusions of emotion and love, roam the endless graves for a taste of hope. Dead eyes breathe over us-feeding the endless hunger we have-crumbling civilisations rise to corrupt the past-dense motion holds us against the falling pillars of the world above, dying angels burn up inside us-choking back the putrid smoke that we breathe, water burns the stomachs-breeding the lies we love. Evil is us-no realization, violent anguish consumes the pure-pressure aches within the bones separating from the ground. Collapse the foul prayers of the lifeless bodies eaten away-flesh sold to the highest bidder, pray for your own existence now-freedom is not available. Original horror roam sin the minds of the gifted-fire burns black what was once light-exist to suffer-godlessness is fear to be apart of the end, apocalyptic emotions explode the night, clouds grey the eyes of the blind-excuses muttered in pits of death-masked realities, false truths plaster our walls-end of death is the death of life.