Apocalypse

You can feel those dry lips moving
But you can’t hear a single sound coming out
Why don’t you hear the neighing of horses
Four horsemen of apocalypse here and now

You can feel their breath on your numbing cheeks
But their faces have no eyes and no lips
Their eyes are not where you think they are
They will look from inside you nowhere to hide

If you don’t see them and if you do not hear
If your senses are lost and what’s left is just fear
The horsemen will come and will help you to see
Just not in the ways you have sought it to be

Your lips can move but no one hear the screams
Your eyes disappear in the darkness of dreams
You are only becoming a horseman’s mole
Running shotgun forever in pursuit of your soul

You can see those dry lips moving
And you can’t move your finger in fear
You know it’s near and you close your eyes
Anyway what you got is just not what you sought

4 – 9//2009