Poems

Help is not coming

Nightmares lurk inside your mind,

Now no place is safe to hide...
And they fit on you to well
And they'll see that you shall pass through Hell

You fought the last time well
But time to say farewell,
For this is your final stand .
Light is fading, for now this is their land.

The shadow'll lay upon your tomb,
As you shall rise again in their womb.
Eyes so lively, heartbeats so loud,
From now, easily even your mind shall shrowd..

Never again to see the light,
The sky turns to soil with blight,
You are falling over the ends of your old world,
And into a wasteland you are swirled

The world is gray, the mountains old,
Your Sun's blaze is burning cold.
All your knowledge and beliefs are falling,
As the voices whisper: "Help... Is not... Coming."

And now you bear a new religion,
A fresh art of superstition,
That bases only on self -blaming,
In wich, only hate and anger are growing

When daylight died,
And all the masks... Their eyes blood-cried.
Freedom, step by step, to fire was thrown
In tar, molten, to a shadow throne.

And from the depths of Hell, shadows cast
Crawling underneath our past.
"Enjoy and despair, I say so!
For now you're in the world below..."

So, the foul are in a dance,
Mocking Time and Chance.
Underneath, all started once more to fall...
For me I whispered:"Help will never come..."