Why mourn this travesty

Hide this slow degradation

Claw and compete mindlessly

All things undone too late



Craving our waking sleep

Is binding us to this ivory tower

Serves to complete the truth that we cling onto

So what are these things you hold true

The defensive wounds of the unknowing eye

Weeping thousands of wretched tears

To lubricate the end with our fear

The concussion from the crack of the whip

Nullifies, sensations die

Always numbing, always preaching

Never resting, never sleeping



The construction is our penance here

Tumorous growth chiseled in white

When the darkness comes to slay the day

Enters horrors that you'll be wishing away



Which is the way?