Of Nightmare Reality

All that we've ever been

Everything we ever were

All that we ever had will fade into dust

Half remembered

Our nightmare reality is a torn photograph

Forgotten & lost

But: we will find ourselves again

At the end of the night

We're the hopeless dreamers, the hopefully destitute

These hours are ours

Abandoned, alone

Blurred into days

What exists here - fucked & blurry

Beyond repair - we have no hesitation

To call home

Our broken boulevards

This endures more than time itself

It bears repeating

This is of which we dream

Of whom we fear

Of locked doors and ravaged dreams

Of walking death and ticking clocks

Our nightmares

Our piece de resistance