The Drowning Season - Assemblage 23, THD

Disjointed context

The words were merely sounds

Watching as the buildings

Slowly crumbled to the ground

Thoughts never rendered

Lie dying by the road

Last breath drawn endlessly

Collapsing into smoke

Struggling to break free

From life’s inequities

The suicide of reason

Becomes the drowning season

Grim repetition

Dour features form a frown

The clock’s hand reverberates

Throughout the empty town

De-evolution

Oxidizing the past

The present is uncertain

The future never lasts

Struggling to break free

From life’s inequities

The suicide of reason

Becomes the drowning season

Pre-emptive reflex

Split-second sanctity

Repeating prayers that somehow

Never got received

Struggling to break free

From life’s inequities

The suicide of reason

Becomes the drowning season