Wednesday, February 16, 2011

I dreamt

My eyes burned
I shed tears of disbelief
I dreamt there was an ancient place
Growing up amongst the modern
A necropolis and temple
Built amidst the new
And forgotten
For the people did not care
To know themselves
They did not want
To face their fate
They went about their lives
Nothing could stop them
From pursuing things
That cause rot
That cause death
Without knowing
Without caring
They celebrated
The dead
And worshiped its offerings
Whilst giving away their existence
Without knowing
Without caring
They simply
Filling the city
Like vile pus
In an abscess
They obey
Only threat
And fear
And pleasure
While they waste
Their only treasure