Horizons

The sun behind the tress made the skyline look like crooked teeth.

In the mouth of a man who was devouring us all.

 

The souls of the helpless would cry,

for the man in the trees.

To get a shot at climbing the blessed glass staircase to the heavens.

 

While the souls of the condemned, cry and the flames of hell lick at them.

Scorching their flesh for evey sin they have done.

I am part of the condemned.

Hear me cry.

 

The moon high in the sky, made the world look silent and peaceful.

 

From Horizon, to Horizon, the sun behind the trees.

Made the skyline look like crooked teeth, in the mouth of a man who would devour us all.

One day.

Author's Note

Inspired by Death Cab For Cutie