The Fountain

Build off this note, we have stumbled upon a burning road. Where the casket cleans our sheets. We dress to praise the dead. As I stand point blank from the wind, her sea is what drives me crazy. With what I know, I know we might be surviving the Apocalypse. This drives me to the sea, where I rest knee deep in nothingness. And it's the darkness that binds me, like a black plague. The air to thin to make my stand, we rise with the tide. You can't shake the wave that consumes your body whole. Anger and aggression the fatality of your life that drives without question. We survive through the moment of failure, the bleak of our future rests in the "unknown". What was failure is now destruction. What was glory is now being tested. We found ourselves hopeless as we relied on each other. Now everything that has stand between us and them is the Lady that stands in the mirror. Angel of wings as she came, and the demon on the other side of this plague. These smiles cried as they watched her swim by. We don't notice our past until we rest dead. All creation comes to a halt. Salt fills my lungs and what consumes my fate leads me to question. The answer fulfilled this void I was in. Panic reaches my nerve, death shakes my hand. My God, we came to the end. The end that we have been longing, is the end that seems so beautiful. We were dead with the beginning, the beginning of our souls. I nourished my body, for its a seed. The seed that makes believe that a thousand dead bodies, carries this belief. My God she was wrong, a saint from Heaven. With a sea to swim in. She walks this grave alone; God didn't leave her, she left God. Now shes alone. That's all I see now. Death. My God, glory is death!