A poem. Please let me know if I'm posting this wrong, thank you.
Credit where due: The first 4 lines of the second stanza are inspired by the song Graphene. Everything else is purely mine.
Nihil Novi
The awoken are the chosen
The gods have spoken
The legends live
The shadows fly
But it is never long
Until the newest light dies.
See the insane
Led by the lame
They complain
They came too late,
Playing the frame game
And perverted
Are the learned
Our idols and our
Saviors
Crossless,
And brainless
Holding our souls
In the palms of their hands.
Nevermore!
Cry of the empty
For us all there is no plan
The ending is the end
There are no more rooms.
These stories
Are they true?
And if they are,
What will happen to YOU?
And yet another disregarded question
Passes on through.
It's the end of your story
That breeds regret
It's the brightest light
That makes us upset
The source of your plight
Your insight
Should you have,
WOULD you have,
Given that away
And lived your life
The other way?
Criticism appreciated
Credit where due: The first 4 lines of the second stanza are inspired by the song Graphene. Everything else is purely mine.
Nihil Novi
The awoken are the chosen
The gods have spoken
The legends live
The shadows fly
But it is never long
Until the newest light dies.
See the insane
Led by the lame
They complain
They came too late,
Playing the frame game
And perverted
Are the learned
Our idols and our
Saviors
Crossless,
And brainless
Holding our souls
In the palms of their hands.
Nevermore!
Cry of the empty
For us all there is no plan
The ending is the end
There are no more rooms.
These stories
Are they true?
And if they are,
What will happen to YOU?
And yet another disregarded question
Passes on through.
It's the end of your story
That breeds regret
It's the brightest light
That makes us upset
The source of your plight
Your insight
Should you have,
WOULD you have,
Given that away
And lived your life
The other way?
Criticism appreciated
