Sleepwalkers

Cold as all life, and blacker than the blackest pitch
Sunken dead eyes (hearts), sleeping and sullen
Feet dragging, in silence we lumber
Forever treading this well worn path
Following the bloodied footsteps of our forefathers, the bastards

Just as we devour, so too has our conscious been ravaged
It hangs in tatters, as a billion hopes dangle by this single thread
Waiting to be swallowed by the abyss of human nature

As lavish fictions drip from the maw
The forgotten hearts seep concrete
Out of sight of the sleepwalkers
Born into misery, to die broken and alone