Love Your New Slavery

The endless dark skies,

Along with its extension of stars.

My all-nighter’s blanket.

A chill with the frost,

Frozen amidst my cries.

Blood red hearts,

Caress against the icy jacket.

Now that it’s over…

Gunshots and joyful cheers,

Flee out of my people’s lungs.

As their long lost, dry tears,

Mix with the war torn mud.

The accumulating chants of mouths,

Grow louder and louder.

“Fight, Fight, Fight!”

As our bones with times walk are made to powder,

Traveling through morning, day, dawn and even the midnight lights.

As they all fall down.

We turn both devil and saint to ashes,

Yet in our blood we drown,

Through the rising madness.

As we continue our search for blood,

Innocent men are enchained.

All in a story that will unfortunately,

Never END…