From The Lab

Chained Gargoyles

As deadly as tonight has been,
With all the punches that were thrown,
O' how we divided the men
That seconds ago would have grown,
Now we're lost in frightful poses,
Caught in stone, an eternal sign,
Left here 'till the coffin roses
Bloom again where we walked the line,
Until that day of miracles,
There's nothing left of our hatred,
Just ourselves, the spirituals,
Locked in sins that we created,
Forced to fight for tender egos,
Hoping no one spots us bluffing,
Each of us thinks the other knows.
Potential's dead. We did nothing;
Repressed, regressed, enjoyed the scene,
And climbed, while time allowed us to,
The stalk turns back into a bean,
Beginning in an hour or two.