Fear of Mass Destruction
Do I run,
or do I hide, when the day loses it's color?
Do I simply walk the streets,
even though the unknown wanders?
The lonely one-eyed night casts a chill upon me,
but it's freckled face glistens,
and somewhat seems to calm me.
Dim can be so grim,
causing my mind to spin.
I begin to taste the bitter beauty,
when the sky turns into sin.
This isn't an immoral act,
just the blackest black that I know.
It'll make you start to think there out to be tickets
to this show,
but its a one-man band trapped inside this ink,
where misbehavior flows.