House of Ash

Life warped beyond recognition Becoming a painful competition Struggling for a moments fame Giving up to the pain Now all that's left is destroyed The wings of war are devoid With the loss of emotion they are humbled Sighing with humanity's last stumble Laying waste to high society Expanding the loose variety In every breeze a little more is lost No one cares about the cost Living high on the thrones of dirt Who will be hurt? Drifting far away to the land of make believe Look at all that we will achieve Smoldering dreams Happenstance of recurring themes Tugging on the broken heartstrings A faltering kiss farewell to the kings Holding tight to wilted photographs Replaying the last echoing laughs Falling tears warp there meaning Stumbling casting way through unseeing Give it up to our demonic tyrant His love tells us that we cant Shattering the realms of truth Maybe this is our fountain of youth With every step falling deeper in to dark seclusion Dreaming thoughts of mass illusions Sleeping in the dieing heat The notion to rise is fleet Embers of the dieing heart keep the flames alive So only the past survives Played by the melody of the harp Ringing of its tune is sharp Watching the hourglass run low Sounded by the thoughts of a little black carrion crow