The Silence Industry - Permanent Crisis

a deeper shade of
colourless smoke
i
moving ghostlike
shadowing desires
the skin of sacrifice
is shed and hollowed out
leaving moments left
and leaving, left behind

abandon everything
this breathless night

into the iron corridor
stripped like shadows
dancing to the sound
of naked rain
beating down upon the rust
of heaven's disrepair
embracing, we exist
on the edge of illusion

crashing through the gates
of transience
and burning
all your perfumed melodies

as moments leave you cold
I will keep you warm
on the threshold of a kiss
and slipping through your fingers

emerging from oblivion
the promise of life
becoming all
we will never be

it's all or nothing
invisible hands guide us
through the poison fog they weave
until the war
is over

realized and lost
our tongues are tied
and tired
tacit and drained

actuality awaits
beyond the blue horizon
we will assemble
and enjoin
after
the
revolution

into a sea
painted in violent reds
until the smog clouds
settle upon the water
until the words we speak
find life within a living world
and the end of bloodless days

sprinting from shadows
of our history
into a battle
for the heartland of the moment
until the execution
of actions in the centre
of humanity in motion
and
the death of dead time.