Afterglow

Comments made in the afterglow.
No, no I don’t know.
If where we’re headed is where we should go.
These are decisions that continue though.
With a head of iron and a chest of will.
Please not again will there be blood to spill.
As the hours switches to one past late.
I do so wish that won’t become our state.
Of serving only to disagree.
Building upon what used to be.
Leaving sense in a shallow grave.
Pretending we are all brave.
For I haven’t seen conviction in so long.
Instead there only seems to be more wrong.
With a hand of blood offered as a bargaining tool.
Its become too clear we are all just fools.
Dancing round a grave unmarked.
One soon that will contain our hearts.
Its a pit we all dug for free.
Sold our souls to fuel more misery.
So don’t pretend we are not the root.
Belief in that has since gone mute.
Revelation is something we threw to the curb.
Watch it end just so we can observe.
In a foreign frame with twisted mind.
Don’t quite remember when we were mankind.
That is dead, as are we and so we sit with this afterglow mentality.