CHILDREN OF THE DUSK

There is a silent hope gathered within vessels of this World
We scream at one another
And penetrate its bones
Like a marrow
We got rotten
And World dies of cancer
As we do of a lack of the answer

Do we really believe one another?
We wait
Like gods of pagan dawns
Squashed into somebodys prayers
By odd accident
Or totally on purpose
In order to provoke a miracle
Or an anger
Or ignorance of the virtue
You never know what you may get...

Almighty thoughts
Almighty us
In us we trust
In us lay
Lusts
Lies
Goddbyes
Regrets
All we detest

The Rest lies in the silence
That turns into us
The Rest is in us
As we turn to silence
With faces painted into violence...

Someone touches hands with us
And says that all is fine
And will be
And so will we
Polluted and worn out
But Immortal as Art...

***

So again
Mister Dusk keeps falling
On us
As it did on our ancestors
Formerly
And what shall we do?
Who shall we ask?
Who shan't we trust?

We fall into dusk
And talk to each other
Embraced by the gloom
Lying one in another
In emptied room of our desires
Hoping to bloom by dawn

The connection of our hands
Becomes a reflection in a broken mirror
And we cut one another to death
Of the conscience
Or other
Virtue
Which we've forgotten to visit
As it offers no drink when we come
So why shall one bother...

Refusing to go
Since dust covered us like snow
We-Mountain's hills
Still we squeal
We lie next to another
Linked somehow
With our wounds raw and silent
And fallen into dawn...

Ps. Inspired by Little Deer (still) Running...