The crimson sun fails to rise
On the eastern shore of my demise,
Waters ebb through space and time,
And everybody sees through crystal eyes,
As the barren lands of war-torn minds
Fail to lift one more surprise,
One thing lingers in the air,
The horrors of a mind laid bare.
In the end, everyone dies alone,
In the end cherries wither too,
In the end there's nothing left to lose,
In the end there's nothing left to do.
Yellowfish swim through my hair
As sharks all lie around in prayer,
And the prayer they pray is a timeless void,
But no one speaks of this pointless joy,
One thing lingers in the air,
The horrors of a soul laid bare.
In the end, everyone dies alone,
In the end cherries wither too,
In the end there's nothing left to lose,
In the end there's nothing left to do.
Hummingbirds fly far away
Cos we all are dull we're all insane,
Dinosaurs roam through my brain,
The relics of a long lost pain,
The point is there's no point at all,
It doesn't matter if we walk or crawl,
But one thing lingers in the air,
The horrors of a heart laid bare.
Mathew Lewis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cherries/
