I remember my future....
Awake.
I feel Strange.
Like I died the night before....
This reflection. Is this Me?
Have I always been?
It seems like some else's life I've been placed in.
Maybe some strange phenomena caused someone else's thoughts to flood my head.
Perhaps visions from a distant future, reincarnated déjà vu before it's done or said.
I dress and head to Refinery City by the sea. I sit on the sand and in the shadow of soot and rusted mazes and wonder in what time I could be. It seems like a life time after my death. Wandering aimlessly. Denied Heaven, but never far from Hell. Until Another's death and into his lonely life I fell.
The Sun is setting on these pink and green polluted skies. Memories break like porcelain behind me in Refinery City and I think to myself; These are my tears but not my eyes.
Black metal machines keep churning soot, rust, oil, and fire in Refinery City. I realize there is no one there except me. I remember the future. I'd forgotten that I'd seen it in the past. Demons guide me to a forgotten Heaven. Is this redemption at long last? I remember Refinery City by the sea. One day I'll be there sitting on it's lonely beaches. In the shadow of soot and rust and broken memories. ....... Just death and me.
I feel Strange.
Like I died the night before....
This reflection. Is this Me?
Have I always been?
It seems like some else's life I've been placed in.
Maybe some strange phenomena caused someone else's thoughts to flood my head.
Perhaps visions from a distant future, reincarnated déjà vu before it's done or said.
I dress and head to Refinery City by the sea. I sit on the sand and in the shadow of soot and rusted mazes and wonder in what time I could be. It seems like a life time after my death. Wandering aimlessly. Denied Heaven, but never far from Hell. Until Another's death and into his lonely life I fell.
The Sun is setting on these pink and green polluted skies. Memories break like porcelain behind me in Refinery City and I think to myself; These are my tears but not my eyes.
Black metal machines keep churning soot, rust, oil, and fire in Refinery City. I realize there is no one there except me. I remember the future. I'd forgotten that I'd seen it in the past. Demons guide me to a forgotten Heaven. Is this redemption at long last? I remember Refinery City by the sea. One day I'll be there sitting on it's lonely beaches. In the shadow of soot and rust and broken memories. ....... Just death and me.