Nov 11, 2004 12:05
A flash of scarlet, it burns in the cold sterile light from above.
Everyone's watching, my slow gaze splits the room.
Draining life with each tick on the wall.
A shocked look, a stiff hand and you feel that it's wrong.
Sometimes the straw breaks the camels back, and sometimes it's too weak to go on.
So callous and uncaring, it's just some sick new reality for you to enoy.
But you all will return to a life that resembles the jewelry you wear,
and the car that you drive.
They create the restraints and you drive it home.
At then end of the week it's just a pay check, and you can return to see smiling faces
While others lay dead in the streets.
Get your hands off me, let me bleed in peace.