Authored: December 24, 2019

Don't stay here, this land is parched
The sun has cursed this place
We're not for this place no more
These visions they curtail me
I see blood on the sidewalks
Empty shells of homeless dead
Under a starless sky
Tears of blood are no idea to the extent of desecration.

We raise our kids in the belief of Santa
Yet we tell our kids that to succeed they need to be tough
To trample on souls
To bite into the flesh of their common folk
And rip against the blood.

Don't stay here, close your eyes
Don't think of the woman that must sell her soul nightly
Just to make ends meet to provide food on the table
This is the society we created for ourselves
Divisions
Frames of discontent
Shatter.

Something is coming
Listen and heed:

Turn away, run
Do not stay here.

Your whispers hit me,
unseen, a dark sun.

Darkness now I do not fear
The cool night air bites me, shears.

I embrace willingly, the numb
But my mind is rampant, soul none.

Run, do not stay here.

The chimes they betray us
Hold fast, come the gust.

I am your past, I know
Your future, there, another.

Go
Run, you must
Do not stay here....

The winds shatter the water glass
Drops fall down, but it rains not.

The voice I yearn for threads my conscious
Sewing together a fate not obvious.

Is it not enough to say we've tried?
How much will it cost to give more and survive?

The light of your shadow pierces my steady gaze
Through the smoke, I cough, a deep haze.

Run, do not stay here.

Run, your presence incites in me fear.

Fear of senescence,
Any other punishment is of a lesser sentence.

Run, do not stay here....

I loved you, and perhaps I continue to.

But that has passed, or I think it so....

Run....

Don't

Stay here.