Pale Explosions

The air is getting thinner
The long walk is getting to an end
Nothing we do will keep the fires alive
Nothing we do will last
Elysium shines
Blood and broken nails will be washed away by the rain
In vain we try to carve something eternal into the mountains
Jars filled with fireflies and ire
Such a fragile light to guide us
The ignorant will fail to see the path
Fumbling, screaming and fighting
Jar after jar breaks into darkness
The fireflies leaves, the spleen stays
Everything we love we leave behind
Dead grasp
Light’s out
I behold the broken world
A storm rides the sky
Pale explosions illuminates the time
The age of violence is upon us