Heroes Dream Too

Flesh dropping off their bodies
Bones crushed in such fine art
Burned faces growing funguses
Dolls ripped and torn apart
Burned tummies smelling atrocities
Fool to paint black and red marks

World of grey, milky and foggy
Ashes like snow flakes falling softly
Red drops dripping from a fountain
Calling silently for the gates to open

Heroes dream too
Just not gently as you

When the play is over
Horror takes over
The smell of flesh and sound of souls
Crushed bones and burned faces
Ripped dolls and burned tummies
Fools! Fools! Fools…

April 2005
La Roche