Break... Poem by Heather Devlin

...into the hearts of the condemned.
Breathing fire,
Burning souls.
We dream of happiness,
Believing we have found our higher ground,
Shocked when we're still swept away
By floods of desire.
Impurity,
Shadows around ever corner.
Beyond our illusions lie the devils of olden days.
To see past the confusion we must convert
To the older ways,
Commit ourselves to beating the greater good,
Convincing the masses like only the impure could.
Lets leave our ghosts behind
And create a new divine.
Cross the great divide
Into the unreality that is more real
Than we could ever wish to be.
Pinch me,
I must be dreaming.
I can hear the children screaming
Trying to tell us what we should already know.