Grieving Blues

Everybody's dying today,
Losing their war with chance.
Their hearts are shot through
Without a second glance.

The rest of us are falling apart;
Paralyzed and stunned.
We are secretly thinking
That they are the lucky ones.

We lie spreadeagled for our rescuers
To come inside and pull us out.
And our lives will never feel certain again
Without a sense of doubt.

The coffins form a tower
Outside my front door.
And my empty eyes confirm
That I can't take it anymore.

Their faces expand and merge
To form a chilling chain,
As my future slowly crumbles
From the onslaught of the pain.

Guns, cars, cancer and bombs.
Roses, tulips, poppies and daisies.
The Holy, The Wise, The Good, The Kind.
Thugs, drunks, junkies, crazies.

There is a cold climate of fear,
So my head has turned 180 degrees.
And I hear people crushing their floors
From the weight of their trembling knees.

Freedom is a bitter illusion
To those caught on the naked wheel.
And the future is just a thing of the past
When they've forgotten how to feel.

There is nothing Holy about War.
There is nothing Sacred about Death.
Noone can seriously justify
The hissing embers of innocent breath.

Life breeds Life so Death breeds Death,
And the more I live the more I decay.
The mist of the stillborn autumn
Blinds tomorrow from today.

Someday all our hope will rise
And disappear off into the sky.
And will the faith of religions linger
In the seconds just before they die?

I will strive to seek and find
A common, binding Universal Law
That will eliminate suffering
And eradicate senseless, futile war.

I MUST be strong and overcome this,
And see it as a Holy Test;
Or my memories will be static forever,
And my soul laid to rest.

Lord, prevent me from suffering.
Let a cleansing light spring anew;
For everyone around me is dying
And I don't know what to do.

The seasons may come and go again.
The days will be sailing by.
But I will never forget the horror
And forever be asking why.

Far from the heedless heated fervour
And spinning cosmic signs
Lies a faceless, rotting God
Atoning for his crimes.

At some point my life just flew away
And reality has long since perished.
But I have a strong recurring dream
That there is something in life I should cherish.