Babbling

Haunting little devils
creepy little things
toyland trouble terror
first beneath my wings

seemingly a bad dream
for those who fear, they'll come
when you least expect their promises
to be kept (never broke)
they will appear shattered
slowly
like a river
like asleep

Long before we knew
about the paths to oblivion
even before we came to understand
that these are just landslides
we where blown here
floating silently
dust is all we are?
they were here - this landslides
gazing at the mere possibility of Us
long before we knew
about the paths

We're Destiny's last accident
our lives fulfill themselves destroyed
isn't that something?
what's exactly a miracle?
what does that tell you
about the way the It should be lived?
How's hope possible
in our preconceived doom?
Is anybody watching
as we sink into Us?
Is this the spectacular spectacle
of some godlike morbid
sense of (ha ha) humor?
the rules for this game are open
the dices on our table tossed
wouldn't you like to be awake
when time takes its last beat
would you rather awareness
than being alone?
If you weren't here
where would you rather be?