Dead Aesthetic
Matthew Canning
I've seen the lines appear
In blackened screens
Reflected first in panic scenes
A shape-shifting plight
Delivering us one by one from consequence
We are the forgotten sons of fading light
And what is senseless
Is often endless
Displaced chaos
Rising
Reduced to gnawing salvaged silence
A tribute to unstable things
I was a stranger and you were a king
And the rest were cowards
Left to bleed
What once was alpha
Is now Omega
Tearing hearts from
Reluctant betas
I've seen the boundaries of sadness
Personified
And witnessed it's decay
I've seen the science of settling
And served it's cause
Unwavering every way every day
I was a stranger and you were a king
When you told me:
The larger the demon
The warmer the wings
