Into the Wasteland (Of Self)

I saw the light behind the clouds And all I heard was the sound Of darkest blue, of lightest grey The reflected light of day My blood is cold and I have nothing left inside Except my hatred and I hold it high with pride Into the wasteland Our dreams are all dead They starved and died in the back of our heads We are in hell and there is nothing else Into the wasteland of self It all means nothing we are working toward our death And everyone of us will meet it with regret Into the wasteland Our dreams are all dead They starved and died in the back of our heads We are in hell and there is nothing else Into the wasteland of self.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025