Children in forsaken lands

They were running in psychedelic fervor
Driven insane by an unfathomable fever
Never knowing what was quite wrong
Yet never feeling so incredibly strong
Hands raised towards oblique skies
Trying to discern the dark divine
Arms gesticulate in a grotesque symphony
Dancing in tune to a soundless melody

They are children born of blood and metal
Dying to break the long held fetters
They are souls imprisoned in flesh and tatters
Eyes that turn to an unknown future
They are infants fed on hope and letters
Whose tears will drop with a dream that shatters

Those who sleep have died and withered
In darkness they turned to dust and ashes
They fed on putrid flesh of the sleepers
Till boils cover them like cursed lepers

The more they know the more they think
Despair causes them to dream
They have been asleep in a sweet dark night
Now descends the burning light
Their eyes are seared and they lose their sight
A mob driven mad with pain and might

They have seen their last and will see no more
And in their blindness will be their all
They have screamed their last and will scream no more
The loudest silence will be their call
They run and raise their fitful hands
They dream and dance on forsaken lands


Children in forsaken lands