Shadowed and foreshortened
The old man turns his head
From his solitary deep trench
Where no other men would tread
A dungeon of technology
Steep walls of jagged stone
His post must be so lonely
But he chose it to be so
A Forbidden sight, a depressed mind,
A Barbarous design, the limits of his life
Am I to blame?
Should I feel ashamed?
The guilt of the ones left to dwell on this earth
Just a mind game?
Or childish seek of fame?
The doubt of the ones left to dwell on this earth
The future is here -
His life ends in sunset of crimson and gold
The way is not clear -
The paths of our lives haven't been carved in stone
Exact and painstaking
His war of life is soon fought
The red light starts to burn
As the nameless horror spoke
The entrance to the tunnel
Just seems to grow in size
The man is caught in darkness
Mouth of hell gapes open wide