Friday, September 10, 2010


We are watched
We have always been
Whether perched upon a branch
Standing atop walls or flying over head

Amazed at the things humans crave
Awed by our abject disrespect towards others
They watch

They watched as we unintentionally dug
Our own shallow graves
With our own callow misdeeds
That led us to our deaths
Our vacant lives and empty dreams
Did not save us from our selves
They watch with intensity
As we burn upon our own pyre
Smoke and ash rising
They are ever waiting
Ever watching
As we plead
To be released
From the prison of our flesh
The horrible knowledge we possess
Of the wickedness of our being
We will never wake
From the gray lands
Once we begin to sleep
Once we begin to sleep