SILHOUETTES

foolish years has rolled over the hands of time.

for awe is no longer inspiring,

and madness is a new shade of fun.

yesterday, we were a light of hope,

struggling with constant chaos

believing a tomorrow would come to our rescue.

but tomorrow slopes upon us,

and leads our feet into thicker darkness,

until blindness becomes our only vision.

and the eyes are nakedly viewing a naked parade,

of black shades twirling in red lights.

the workings of stupid brains,

awaiting the spark of violence to fly.

but we were meant to find peace

at the melody of chirping birds.

but even the bird's harp has lost its piece

from many reverberant tweets of insanity.

our monstrous forms are full blown,

in a circle of challenges

and gloomy gaze.

wisdom weeps alone

for this generation of foolishness

and shocking shades.

for madness is a new shade of fun,

and awe is no longer inspiring.

foolish years has rolled over the hands of time.

#El_Magnifico™