Violet Light

Bombed out of their skulls with snow
It was like the moon now, nothing but minerals
Absolutely everybody in the city was supposed to be dead
Dead to the world but, not actually dead

The theoretical corpses laughed
Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt
It was a peaceful moment for an execution
They had all collapsed

But we know the truth
When a person dies they only appear to die
They’re spastic in control over where they’re going
Everybody has to do exactly what he does until that single moment

Even then he is still very much alive in the past
So many souls are lost and wretched
We are all empty-handed, bleakly ready for death
Waiting for its call, as it beckons us
Coming closer and closer

Watching the clocks tick on,
the fires crackled, the translucent candles drip
Knowing one day our moment will arrive
The idea of immortality a delightful hallucination
When in reality somewhere in the night were cries of grief

No art is possible without a dance with death
It is forever creeping
Lurking in the shadows
Always a few steps behind you
Until it catches you

Attention swings grandly through the full arc of life
Passing into death which was violet light
No conscience and no circuits
All theoretically dead now
And then so on to infinity

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