Nightly Apocalypse

The grass is littered with fallen Angels

And the ghosts of my generation's angst

 

They lay themselves low for the price of forgetting

The desperation in their souls

 

The world that now won't be is their inheritance

And suicide is their comfort

 

When all other doors are closed to them

Their home will be a night whisper

A bed of death betrayed promises

And skin that's tarnished White

 

Play, pianos, play

God knows we need your mourning

When the sun rises over an empty world

The massed assemblies of the dead

 

God knows they need no temptation

But emptiness fails to sting

When fulfilment lies weeping

And happiness is abortion

 

The night is lit with the lamps

Of a thousand forgotten children

When the motorways are empty

And their hearts the only vessels

 

Sing on Earthly Angels

God knows we don't need reminding

That we will carry the splinters

Of the aching world

When our fathers have worn out

The sandals of decadence

 

The sky is full of Seraphim

That herald the new world

But we're still here in the old one

The virgin statues are broken

And our churches have collapsed

 

There's nothing left to do

But love and hope and pray

Else the fallen Angels

Will fail to see tomorrow

 

The final bullet in the skull of Europe

Reviews

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

Powerful!
G