Crumbs From the Table of God

[JBoba]

Wandering streets dark and heavy with vicious laughter
while the world takes another blow.
Phantoms dance before pillars of flame, their own shadows the only monument and one will remember.
There was a time - another before this - and that too - like all others - fades.
Where are the eyes that held sunlight like eternity known
and where are the songs that held death at bay?