The Fall

What does it matter then? When all around us Lay the ruins of a forgotten past I climb the silent hill My memories etched in dust Falling; still Silently on, through my frigid breath I try to escape, this It is without feeling, It is without remorse..... Quietly, gently We look up To see; Traces of white, even higher, higher And higher Criss cross the blue hue, again for the seventh day In all directions, it has started Where are you? (now) Where are you? (now) Where are you? (now) Gone, in an instant Seeks shelter in open hearts Reaction; screams in the distance Crowds merge Jostling then run in synchronized steps Together in, Congealed in, Mass hysteria Too late now; The Elect knew, All along From the beginning How it would end The World doesn’t go on… Not like this Not like this Not like this My world Not like this Not like this Not like this Not like this