Bound by Truth

The sky is raining ashes, the sun is shining red,

the masses lying upon the streets are dead.

To find the truth, we must find the proof.

Will we perish, or will we survive?

I don’t want to be cold, I want to feel alive.

The walls are caving in around me, the faces I knew are foreign now

Will we make it, or will we fall and drown?

The water is cold, my skin is is freezing.

My head is in shambles, my eyes are bleeding.

I must find a way out of this hell,

But if I find it, I will never tell.

You dug your own grave, and now your world is broken.

But as for me, my last words have not yet been spoken.