Downward Years to Come

Glassy reveries
Fire filled yesterdays
We are the bleeded ones
The world’s forgotten sons
Sit between my lips
More death then life in our breath
We don’t gaze at gods
The gods gaze at us

Watching roses sleep
Blackened cloud of graves
In a harvest of stars
Heaven seems so far

Crawling in the depths
Leaping from above
One hour to the next
Downward years to come