Forever It Does Not Stand Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

To walk on bubbling air.
A mental restraint.
Oh how tainted are our paints.
Displaced, uneven, nothing square.
A land to pillage and plunder.
Ours to save.
All in one stroke.
All in one beat of the desperate heart.
Ghost of our past.
Oh great ancestral history do not forsake me.
Crossing the lines
Stepping onto the planes of the edge of our time.
Is it just a reflection, or a different dimension?
The could be of possibilities.
The never too late of this century.
Savoring the ultimate human dream.
A life full doubt.
How could we?
Even with the best intentions.
Oh the worst invention.
Into darkness we become these cave dwellers of prevention.
Every scene a little different.
All woven together making the most elaborate fabric ever written.
Have we become too smitten?
Forgetting how to defend ourselves.
The erosion of that once was very precious.
Down to the very last organic creature in existence.
Life is a continuous costly sentence of remorse and pain.
There are no extensions.
It isn't some video game you can play over and over again till you get it right.
Walking down the hallway of candle lights.
Dimmer and dimmer it gets.
Is anyone even paying attention?
Where are those great words of wisdom.
Repent and die.
These are the words falling from the sky.
Like angel kisses designed to drive us into complete and utter madness.
Is there any recouping from all this sadness.
Walls are built, and they crumble.
They just crumble.
Dust to the wind of the everlasting.
Can you see past the great oceans end?
To the sickness that takes its very last victim.
This price can't be measured in numbers.
Only pure emotion will ever satisfy.
Fortified giants pile the bodies beyond the city gate.
These burning plumes of hate and rage.
We keep acting like this is just one more stage.
But it feels real enough to me, how about you?