The Pyre

Smoldering grass
Noxious fumes
Smoke smothers the city

Trying to hold my breath
The vapor hurts in the lungs
Exhaling causes vertigo

At the scenery of the end of days
I stare at the haunt of oblivion
Vacant spheres filled with smoke
Buildings burn as far I can see

I run forth behind thought

Rush and run 

The city is burning down
And absolutely nothing is left
I watch this play of agony
Incapable to play my role

The echoing walls inhale
The smoke-stained stench of our grave
Within the pyre we become undone

The towers ablaze

As the circle completes

The days had a limit

Ignite the barren souls

Before they comprehend

The pyre burns tonight


A force overwhelming

Crushes the cattle

There was no warning

As the drug deafens

Before it fades

The plot comes to its end

The daze lapsed in my head
A withering while
Realization of concealing

At the scenery of the end of days
I stared at the haunt of oblivion
Now I am awake watching outside
It is grey
As grey as it used to be

In the dream my city was burning down
And absolutely nothing was left
I watched this play of agony
In the dream