Apocalypse

The sun that we were waiting for
is now burning us down
the wind drenched in our ashes
dances with the rain of his wrath

Haunted with the miseries of our yesterday
we lie broken on the ground
trying to breathe in that hope
but all we find is this pain, this disdain
red rainbows of blood spattered around
poisoned with the agony of its shame
cracking under the weight of our fears
murdered dreams full of violet tears

With our own hands, we are building our apocalyptic tomorrow
disappearing in that endless shadow of our sorrows...