Futility/Grey Caskets

Grey Caskets (All Me, All One, All You)

Grey caskets,
Filled with innumerable bodies,

All me,
All one,
All you.

A sun shines black on deserted sands.
I see your face in the dark star,
Illuminating my blackest cravings.
The knell now sings of my requiem.
I stare, blank-eyed, at the coffins below.

All me.
All one.
All you.

You've haunted my world forever.
You are beyond time now.
The ones of me I dedicated to you-
The endless fakes, the shells,
They now lie in the endless tomb.

All me.
All one.
All you.

Now, I stare into your radiant dark.
A golden urn I lift and scatter
The ashes of my soul.
I stare at my own pitiless gaze,
A thousand mutants, freaks unborn,

All me,
All one,
All you.

I hear their spirits scream to me-
Of the millions, maybe a dozen at a time-
A dissonant lyrical call in the night.
They don't understand how I could have been their master,
Their creator and their destroyer.

Now, however, I say my final piece.
I close the final chapter of this damned soliloquy
Of sorrow and regret and despair,
For I've buried the soulless from my past.

They sink slowly into the ground.
My final thoughts are but to acknowledge:

They are all me.
They are all one.
They are all you.