before the dream began

As the dawn breaks,
I walk by the fire.
And then I watch you
But I don’t watch you
Then I listen to you
But I don’t listen to you
And I talk to you
But I don’t talk to you
Cause I’ve been in touch
with Mercenaries

They taught me the art
To keep soul
in the hand of Minotaur
They told me this and that
And I told them,
“Who are the real tyrants?”
But I touched the writhed
And I turned my back
The moment clock stuck
I rotted and neglected
And ruined Tír na nÓg.

The ashes are only ashes
They can’t talk
So I rest over by the debris
And feed the rumors
No I don’t humanize you
As I’m tired to listen
to the truncated mourning.

I scratch the wall,
And taste the knife,
Make my jaw sturdy,
Dwell the dystopia,
Watch the balloons
rise up from the manhole,
Weave the dead tune.
Did I see my sleeping face?
Cause, I am here to stay.