revelations

running from the void

in an eternity paranoid

running from the bleakness

light shows up in streaks, blessed

the streets begin to crease

weeds rise from sidewalk cracks

and all we need, is to adapt

evolutionary function maintained

the ever growing habit sustained

and its a war, so it was claimed

and with crystalline molecules, we find a way

so listen to what they all have to say

trust the authors, biographers

turning existence into a paragraph

parting cerebral hemispheres, like moses staff

and its a bleak future, so give it a skin graft

it was a bleak past, but but never lasts

and tangibility is in our minds

existence is only ourselves

we crawl through the darkest, the murk

towards the glowing screen so heartless

and posion becomes a means of continuance 

lesions are the scars of our dedication

and preachers pray for our resuscitation

this is no more then a discertation

the bleak and mere revelation

diabolic, and lip bitten it tempts

reaching for our needy and empty hollow shells

we give and we recieve cloned reactions

and divide our minds into competing factions

the catalyst is deep within the cerebral depths

between valleys, horizons and crests

muttered beneath our whispery breaths

the secret we search, our escape from death