Look at all the lights in the bay
The hunters gather for the prey
Color in your eyes fades away
This is not our game to play.
Monday, February 18, 2019
Paper Painted Wall
Cold, in a place that you can’t reach
Where I can’t hear the words you preach
A distant past, I can’t see through
These letters on the wall for you
Carved in my soul with every light
What can I do to win this fight?
They have no power, they’re gone too
These letters on the wall for you
Pattern Recognition Machines
We finally wake up from a dream
Made up of patterns we create
Right then we know we have to scream
The hour is dark, a second late.
Nothing left that seems familiar anymore
Their precious light is desperately gone
And constant waves are crashing on the shore
Patterns upon patterns, like a throne.