Kopfkino

Does it scare you now, when you look down at us? For even at night, We keep the passion of the sun alive. Specks of yellow illuminate the dark earth. A metaphor to life.  Raging.  Thriving life. Like molten fluid shrinking into cold lifeless rock. The universe is your eternal day. And our eternal night. A curse of slow death. Your curse. Go in vain, shall your effort, For we are creatures of light, Keeping the flame of life ablaze and bright. For every fire of the breathing soul, A dot of yellow orange and white, Rages with a fiery fervour, Against the smothering winds of entropy. We are creatures of light, In a lonely and dark world. But through colder winds of the nights, And the curse of this universe, I assure you. The swathes of yellow and white, Will only grow brighter and stronger, Till the blood of darkness, Drenches my mortal hands. Till it pierces your eyes. You may be our demons, But we are thy saviours. For without our purpose of defiance, Turn wintry and barren, will