Thoughts in a sleepless night

Dong, dong, dong, dong

dong, dong, dong, dong

dong, dong, dong, dong!

The clock strikes twelve!

Silence throughout!

Only the undead 

are awake to heed

their torment.

No testimonials,

no one to share their sorrows.

They move around,

like long lost souls,

in search of a fugitive

sense to wake up for tomorrow.

They wonder like Phantoms

into the haunted night,

to search for pleasure

in a taunted carnal 

moment to ease and delight,

to taunt their drooling emptiness

that others have not fore filled.

They gasp for a fraction of

lust, that will only wet their

arsoned lips and quench

for a stillness of the perversion

that will give them

more torment and guilt.

No tears to shed,

they have none left.

For the heeded and the holy

have refused them death.

Like creatures of the night

they sell their virgin souls

to wonder in limbo,

till they pass unheard,

Forsaken by God and 

by those whom they loved.

Whilst the well believers

will mock and curse,

they will hide forever more

from the light of day.

Those who were around them

will ignore who they were and are,

but they have paid their dues

 like humble lambs,

as they wonder off

to their slaughter,

Led to the miserable end

by the blooded hands

of an ungrateful humanity,

to weep no more and float 

into the heavens of

an ungrateful day of murder.

It is they who have won,

It is they who have waked

over your sleep.

No Eulogy from those who follow,

no regret from those who see.

Just a reminder to those

who gaze distracted:

WE ARE TODAY WHAT YOU SHALL TOMORROW BE.