This or the Apocalypse
No Horizons
Five long years.A static perimeter engulfed the skyAnd I think a sixth one could be deadly.I am comprised of worldsYet nothing seemed so smallAs my own printed hand.We don't drift apart unsung,We are pushed away by something darkAnd we do not go gently into anything at all.Conviction in the dying power of your city.Two dim-moon eyes stay fixedOn two worlds unjarred, coinciding.And all I hear is one single booming voiceDeclaring, Now.Is it more than we bring to bearIn these tactless benedictions?I want to know if you doubt the way I doubt.I want to know if you lie the way I lie.Coinciding.
From Letras Mania