runrunrun
leftrightleftrightleftright
flashes of crimson and slate and
wherewhywho
run. Run. RUN.
a world of mirrors and daggers but no cloaks.
a world where everyone is exactly as they seem to be
and everyone seems corrupt.
where morality is a joke for the men with
broken teeth and bruised eyes in dirty pubs
to laugh about and
I Can’t Stop
because no one cares.
justiceamitymercyardor faded.
the tunnels the rats had dug for years and years
thinking no one would notice when we did, when we let them,
when we hid them protected them defended them
we Joined them
all collapsed
and the World fell down into the cracks.
where did humanity go?
the rats gnawed it away.
integrity perished in masses for a useless promise
of a higher life for one or two,
until they tumbled down among the rest of us.
the rest of us, who should have fought them
joined them, fell beside them, blamed them for our own
sweet slaughter
and now i run.
the world is aflame.
the water is burning.
so how is there no light?
the world recedes to cobbled streets and brick buildings, flame
and
I Can’t Feel.
demons in their eyes
demons that won over angels glimmering in eyes of the masses
as they chase me.
they will Kill me.
how did I get here?
fear pushes me
fartherharderfaster
because i can’t remember whom i picked.
whether i roamed the rat tunnels
or tried to hold up the weight of our world on my back
who would have held it with me? no please no i can’t do this
i won’t i can’t i won’t
i will.
I Can Fight.
maybe i stand alone but i stand brave.
a world of demons will always have angels.
this is a world for heroes.
standing in the rubble of an old world is the best place
to pick a stance to hold in the new one.
the world may burn around me and the world may burn me.
but it cannot ever burn my choices.
I Can’t Breathe.
because waking up
means for a second you believe
it’s real and maybe it is.
Wake Up.
we face what we run from.
we face what we travel towards anyway.
if the tunnels we ignored felled the World,
would anyone even try to hold it up?
i see a demon and an angel in each eye that passes.
where are you? digging? still running? or
are you in the rubble beside me?
