Kingdoms Of Fuck!!!

This open road
does not go
where i want it to go
Through dust and smoke
through broken shards of glass
structures of splintered bone
and rubble i choke.

There are cyphers hidden here
Secrets lost and buried
encapsulating love and lust,
sin and fear,
but on this open road
i go where i want to go.

This road seems wrong
time is not on my side
wind whistles evil songs
a ear splitting crescendo
signals the final gong.

I had been wandering for days
barley conscious
barely coherent of my identity
all possessions lost
i come across a patch of grass
where only yesterday
a profit lay
people would rush past
never reaping a word he says.

I came a across a gunsmith
cradling a gun
he said the gun once spoke love
now the gun only scream's death.

Through echoes of canyons of glass
tip toeing through the winding roads
of the kingdoms of fuck
the human race faltered
then died
lost without a prayer
laying down there
bones to die
watching in unison
holding hands
as the world bleeds by.

Then the gun when boom
"flee" the gunsmith said
"before the gun gets you".