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| From What the eyes cannot see |
The ground trembles at an angry pace
Every bit of courage above it breaks
Fiery red cuts across the blue calm sky
People look up and wonder why
We see nothing but lightning bolts
More questions and unanswered thoughts
Confusion with the pouring acid rain
Piercing our skins scraping it with pain
Burning lava hugs the new landscape
As we jostle for our escape
What is this imminent suffering?
What more could it be taking?
Riddling clowns circle teasingly
Ticks shy on the tipping point of insanity
Surviving for mere existence
One starts to feel a nonsensical peace
Jumping off the ledge to end it all
Seems to be a solution bloated with gall
No way out but with a big bullet hole
Up from your gaping mouth to your skull
Emotions surge to unearthly degrees
Consideration of moral teachings of priests
Is all too late and inadequate
To stop all the agony and self hate
