Blindead - Dark And Gray

Nights dark beyond darkness
And the days more gray
Each one than what had gone before
Dust and ash everywhere.
Charted and limbless trunks of trees
Stretching away on every side
Ash moving over the road
And the sagging hands of blind
Wire strung from the blackened lightpoles
Whining thinly in the wind
The shape of a city
stood in the grayness like a charcoal drawing
Sketched across the waste
Nothing to see
The cold and the silence
If only my heart were stone
No sign of life.
The blackness she woke to on those nights
Was sightless and impenetrable
A blackness to hurt your ears with listening
No sound but the wind
In the bare and blackened trees

She rose and stood
Tottering in that cold autistic dark
With her arms out held balance…
For falling…
For falling…
For falling…