Exorian-Rahn

A Dirge to the Forgotten I stood beside the road one day And gazed upon the ruins of the creature before me Man's best friend-fired His job outsourced To 500 horses and a cold steel bed His cadaver a raucous mansion party For a raging, riotous army of maggots Life draining into the cold shroud Of the black tar river Ten thousand suns Suspended on stilts Casting a bright, lifeless pall Upon the eyes- still glowing Burning like stars With the fire of life The chill of death Unable, for a time To withstand the will Of one who is determined to live

A river runs outside my house And I stand beside it daily I watch it flow Burning with the souls Of a thousand different faces And I ask it No beg it To take me along Where ever it may go I could float with the clouds Or roll with the hills Across the land But I would much rather float Down this Black river Humanity made it And named it And gave it the color Of our souls I watch its rapid current Ebbing beneath the lights I stand of the banks Of the black tar river And beg "Take me with you"

The Warden I live in a world Of crumbling monoliths Everyone I know Is a god, a king, or both And I yell to myself At their cold, inhuman faces Broken on the back of time And you- you are a statue The only one here Who isn't bigger than me Who doesn't think they are I pour my emotions Into your soft marble face Cracked and broken Worn and pockmarked by time But you wouldn't have looked better in life I talk to hear my mouth speak You crumble into dust Pressed beneath the rocks of eternity And I stand alone Embarrassed Beneath the haughty eyes Of the monsters surrounding me And I walk on, in shame A peasant in the land

I Just Wanted to Say… Drifting rifts of darkness Upon a midnight sky Guide my every conscious move I find myself tripping, stumbling Over rocks and limbs Lining a nonexistent path Desperately scrambling for a distant light I get closer, closer, close enough to touch The warmth seeping onto my face "Come to me" it seems to say Like a sirens song So near, yet so out of reach And yet it continues "Give me your life" it says "Say the words I long to hear and you will be free" It beckons me, guides me upwards To the heavens Promising to take me with it Take me far away And for a moment, I almost go But I fall Stumblin

An Epitaph Across this fertile wasteland Ten-thousand cities burn Blazing with screens Firing zealous inanity The "Greatest minds of the generation" Are busy Frying their brains In an open-faced microwave They pause for a condescending laugh At the headless chickens running below them They turn back into the blinding lights Saying "this…this is civilization" But civilization died last week The boiling, raging sea which consumed him Stands as his tombstone Reading Humanity: ???-2009 He won't be missed