01/27/2006
Dreaming end-time
Volcano sleeping
awakens, pitch dark ashes
sun bleeding dark blood
no stars listening
voices strangled in roaring
names dying on lips
haunted by his fear
not even in the last house
he finds his refuge
door of agony
enters in room of defeat
black burned rags moving
broken shards of glass
are light themselves in darkness
of soulless presence
light losing battle
last trees, no leaves left, protest
soon silenced forever
dark night closing in
red burning fist squeezes heart
scream smothered in pain
only grey ash remains
frozen grey waves touch the sky
endtime, dumb stillness
it must be day now
dark cannot stay closed longer
light piercing eyelids
only one birdsong
necessary for waking
earth in ecstasy.
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