The Reaper's Lullaby
We are the disparate children
Eyes empty, all joy stolen by the pious public
Marching together to the mundane beat of life
An eternal parade of what was once lost
Banished from feeling, we are alien in our own homes
Our voices swallowed within, fighting to break through.
The tickle of the sun's warm rays gone forever
We live in the shadows, thriving in the cool darkness
We are the strays living in squalor,
Deemed side effects blemishing the pristine slate.
We are sentenced to life in perdition,
Leading a future of unceasing affliction
All around us eyes cast in silent appraisal
Their verbal clubs and axes strike hard
Blow after blow, unyielding, their stamina never ceasing
Thrusting us into our cerebral confessionals.
Ignorant hearts know no mercy
Nor care for the obliterated souls
Left in the wake of their destruction.
We spiral into pits of trepidation,
Fists raw, and screaming in agony we pound.
Begging for alleviation, we fall
A ragged banshee cry for what once was
It is dangled within arm's reach,
But we will never find purchase.
The need to escape the labyrinthine world
We dwell within overshadows life's priorities.
Find your happy place they say,
An idealised world becoming all too familiar
A new home rather than a vacation
The desolate lands free from the human race
Safeguarded against the light of day,
Providing shelter for the wayward souls
Join us in the promise land.
Slammed doors and untouched dinners,
Speak louder than words.
Hear the cries for help,
Outstretched hands grapple for a lifeline
Calling out to anyone who will listen.
Our technicolour masks fade,
Grey bleeding through the once vibrant colours
The stain an eternal reminder of exactly who you are.
We do not dream,
It is a luxury our bone dry pockets cannot afford
The nighttime hours are a time of torment
Sleep has passed us by, leaving us to our wandering thoughts
Though night fades into day, the darkness never lifts
It ebbs and flows like the rolling sea
Bottomless, and filled with mystery.
The many faced demon plagues our every fibre
Toying with our heartstrings
Slowly stealing the fabric of our souls
Ripping us limb from limb;
Life's golden light looking so dim
And death calls to us in a tongue so sweet
His whispers caressing our bodies ever so softly
We long to say goodbye,
We wait to hear the Reapers' lullaby.
