Rapture

Oh rapture
so filled with mystery
hidden under the icy waves of the ocean
why must i be drawn towards you
like a positive charge to a negative magnet
your walls hidding the unethically controlled world
where the small is not constrained or censored by the masses
where a thinker is allowed to express his feelings
where the brightest and the best stride down the halls
their golden trails of change and satisfaction following them
but in your world so very far from our own
lies the parasite
like a leech on the foot of humanity
draining rapture ever so slowly
the parasite wanders the halls questioning the questions
destroying all that doesn't not belong to them
order is destroyed by it
the parasite drains rapture and leaves it in ruins
like a carcass on the side of the road
now your halls that were once filled with dreams of advancement
now exude the stench of a barbaric place in time
horrors hiding behind the once elegantly crafted corners
the mad doctors still striving for the perfect specimen
the artist looking for the perfect note on the piano
the one who would not die by anyone else's terms but his own
the scientist who is ashamed at what they created and now wants to repent
the hulking daddies that tremble the ground that they step on
looking for the children that they onced cared for
the remnants of who were once the inhabitants
twisted faces far from the once they use to know in the mirror
and the sister who could not be pulled back up to the surface
and vows to restore the once glorious city that you were
Rapture. You will rise again.