The imagination of a dead man.

I awaken in a broken building, atop the debris. untouched in the middle of it all is a woman laying behind a faceless man while he plays on the piano dressed in funeral attire.

suddenly lava is flying in the air.

Caged prisons scream as they sore above.

thousands culminate In amorphous anguish as it vibrates my entire being.

I look back to see the woman spining like a broken ballerina clock.

Everything froze

The fire paints an image of regret.

Men controlling man.

To hell with it all.

In a single blink time continues as she is already laying down

The symphony of screams cyclone under the crust.

You see a village blacken out

Then the next.

These black outlines reach the heavens above

As the sky stares at me i stare back.

Metal prisons dance on the shadow

A feeling like liquid morphine takes me off my feet as I scramble for a single thought to keep me awake.

God is here.