Nightsight - Never

A myriad of lonely cells Lost in the black abyss Lurking fear, nebulous horror Are the only signs of life Minutes squirm in agony On the road to the dead end Six feet under lie the privileged Bleak moving pictures leave a taste of copper Memories hanging in the cobweb of fate So dig your nails into grey pleasures of life Sow what you have to reap bread of affliction The stars we wish upon Are long dead Our prophets Cannot read their own names The gods we pray to Are stone deaf The final portal Leads to a brick wall This coarse puzzle would never come together Draperies fall revealing nothing All is vanity and chasing after wind Covered in flesh to be recycled into dust.