THE DEAD ZONE

Joy, apathy the killers'dream

of token religions

The wasted, wastelands of

quicksands in time

Taken down, foul of play

Death's stench lay all around

Acid rain, toxicity

Like the dying cry

of the wilderness

Dying to survive

just to stay alive

Hornet nest

The bitter sting

Stung, the eye of the child's

infectious damaged mind

Putrified the corpse bride

In death's carriage

To the other side of mournings

paradise and paradigm

To pledge in tears of forgiveness

Like knives, wildfire

Embers hissing of the

burn out of soul

Merciless the divided

The clown and the Joker's

pantomine

Impaler a loaded gun,

a crown of thorns

In the eye of fire

Death with no remorse

Disguised as a prayer

in the dead of night

As the killers' heist

Beat down the door

To the the throne room of

death's counterpart

God's waiting room

Made out in its pound of flesh

Taken to cover on death's row

The marksman, death's mask