The Burning Sea

As childhood perishes Smoke covers the screams of the Burning Sea Hearing but not seeing The cost of a dream Advertisements

The Death of Yesterday

We destroy what we cannot possess then mourn the loss. People die for just being Ambitions burn the brightest as all the bridges burn Becoming a pyre of conscience and humanity So the bridges must burn No surreptition Nothing sublime The only way up is down The only way out is to die The guard…

The Empty People

Forget the chains that bound us, the high’s become normal. And as we itch for that old feeling of liberation our vision gets blurred and our hearts turn black, because we can’t turn back the clock, it’ll never feel like that first time, so we fill the void with the only thing left, revelry and…