THE LAST DAYS OF A DAMNED EMPIRE

Glory is gone

Guts lie dead in the gutter

Morality strangled and choked

Everything a gaff

Liberty a farce

Fearing reality as it comes crashing in

Reality?

Almost forgot about its existence

A theatre

The play is getting worse by the minute

Loneliness and the fear of seclusion define the autumn of our lives

Smiles appear only sardonically

Time moves on

only to hurt us

Fools laughing at the foolish jokes of fools

Nothing to jack-off to in this meagre existence

Can’t even get off tripping on oneself

Then the hard rain comes

And it keeps on raining
and raining
and raining

Inside

THE VESSEL OF OUR EXISTENCE

All the particles make up us

We exist in the realm of our existence

Silence can be the most beautiful string of words

If I drag my body over the floor of deception

Will you kiss my soul?

Wonderful escalation

Sky bars in Manhattan

Here to settle the score

And hope the gain some perception

My dear lady Oxymoron

Null and void

We are on the task to realise our dreams