Rhyacian

A City of the blindTheir vile inhabitantsAbashed by their own livesInsignificanceThe silent void of cogitationsAbsence of significationCommitted to burn twice as long and half as brightWe're dashing forward with our eyeballs turned inward: until the end of time, the human eyeStaring wide-open into the horror of the mind, shall never ever sleep againWe have awoken from our sleepNevermore shall we be unheeding as the flock of sheepGrazing ingenuouslyLiving blithelyRoaming insouciantlyForgetting instantlyEvery nightI'm swooping with the vast span of my wingsInto the death-throes of my memory: the eternal scourge of the human mindI'm wandering in times which are not mineTerrified of what I'm about to findI'm trying to stop the past's rapid flightI'm wandering in times which are not mineLost in between the shit and the shineThe snake of fear creeps into our hearts at nightSubdueing every mind at bedtimeWhat will it take to arriveAnd cease trying to stop the past's rapid flight? How much more do I have to go throughTo prove myself that I'm still alive? We are living in painThe wind of the past will always shake you in the endWe're waiting for the dayWhen we will attain the ability to forgetFor, every day of our lives, the present is painfulThe future unknownThe sting of the past is what makes every moment unbearableThe future is overgrown