Nil (Deep within the granite)

Slow, dying and infested, still as hungry as ever

There is no hope now, keep it rotting on the bone

Quiet out on the deep prairie tonight, while you walk down the bloodstained red carpet under a black sky

No moon has yet to show it self, beating heart still, beating drums of destruction

Few lingers here, none looks forward, hollow and hopeless

Keep the beat, memories falling back on dark and immortality

As you raise your right hand you acknowledge he who destroys, reaching up

Steady now, creep along the path that you have visualized since a black childhood

Primates alike, wind and waves pounding on the shore of your desolation, trashing

Black strong claw of will and need, gripping deeper into your being as you scream without sound

Show your will, show what you are made of as no man has the tools to read the black light

Vibrations are keeping the rhythm, you sail on into the abyss and beyond

How would ever any living soul know what to make out of this mess, boundaries of a slow mind

Bass heavy and distorted, filling every cavity and rolling like velvet mist over weather beaten boulders

Again and again the beat finds it’s way into the haze, a pure death awaits

Find your heart, follow your dreams till the end of the sign that was provided, follow the lead

Bid your time, born to run, The Watchtower stands empty tonight

Nothing means nil, any destination leaves you sitting alone on the curb at night wondering

Flat road stretching out in front of your feet as you wait

Waiting has become a habit for you as you sit solemn basking in your own miserable self

Standing now, muscles preparing for that one step that will carry you, deeper outward

Way too soon, when daylight fades you smile sitting on the ledge deep within the granite

On the ledge knowing that no one knows no one cares, fade and embrace the shot that was given

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