Under Black Clouds Signal To Noise
From my armchair I look into the future, see the darkness rising a tidal wave that takes my thoughts and flood them into the past on to the shore of puzzled memories, torn and forgotten now forming just the silhouettes of a pale story I once heard. A tale about 999's last days in december when the people of Rome all gathered in the dark and cold to watch a great clock's hands ending the dial's top thousands of eyes hypnoticed by the midnight strikes. But suddenly it stopped right inbetween - and all was silent some people died in hopeless fear, was this the end of time as silence burst out into madness, screams and tears will the Four Horsemen be our fate, or panic rip out minds? Silently the clock went on, a new millenium born and silently the night now shows me it's oh so absolute form but soon comes down scratching the monolith black as slowly spreads the story's meaning in me as a zodiac sign did. Sure I will die within few months and with me all I swallowed yet unlike thousand years ago time will not stop - I will be followed and though I wish I do not have to go - I'll give you me and my world to be alive with you as long as you are.It's worth signal to noise.
