Rhyacian

7. Rhyacian
 A City of the blind
 Their vile inhabitants
 Abashed by their own lives'
 Insignificance
 The silent void of cogitations
 Absence of signification
 Committed to burn twice as long and half as bright
 We're dashing forward with our eyeballs turned inward: until the end of time, the human eye
 Staring wide-open into the horror of the mind, shall never ever sleep again
 We have awoken from our sleep
 Nevermore shall we be unheeding as the flock of sheep
 Grazing ingenuously
 Living blithely
 Roaming insouciantly
 Forgetting instantly
 Every night
 I'm swooping with the vast span of my wings
 Into the death-throes of my memory: the eternal scourge of the human mind
 I'm wandering in times which are not mine
 Terrified of what I'm about to find
 I'm trying to stop the past's rapid flight
 I'm wandering in times which are not mine
 Lost in between the shit and the shine
 The snake of fear creeps into our hearts at night
 Subdueing every mind at bedtime
 What will it take to arrive
 And cease trying to stop the past's rapid flight? How much more do I have to go through
 To prove myself that I'm still alive? We are living in pain
 The wind of the past will always shake you in the end
 We're waiting for the day
 When we will attain the ability to forget
 For, every day of our lives, the present is painful
 The future unknown
 The sting of the past is what makes every moment unbearable
 The future is overgrown