Igno(ran)ce

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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?

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