crippled souls stumbling down broken roads
heading for the dead end
apocalypse or heaven on earth?
is this the moment we’ve been secretly praying for
and what’s it worth
lost angels falling thru the abyss of time
nothing to save
that can’t be saved
let it be, step out of the way
caress the last train from the station
say your goodbyes to the ones you’ve loved
this may be the last chance
to soothe some wounded hearts
the day has come to an end
the night time owns your soul

i have walked thru the shadows
i have kissed death
i own nothing and nothing owns me
i am free from the path
the truth has quietly left for another

images and writing by patrick wey