Seeing Red
Under the sun they were created, as under the moon they lied
Dreaming asleep unabated and nightmare the beautiful bride
Wanting what the next has, coveting what was toiled and tried
Unable to admit folly and falsehood while to mirror they cried
Proclaiming from the roof tops the way they have found is true
Telling all who will listen that what they know will lead through
Chest full of certainty with knuckles whitened hidden from view
The blind and downtrodden nod in agreement sitting in the pew
Crown of thorns placed upon own head as self-made martyrs
Not more of a meal offered than repetitive screams as starters
While in back they whisper together hoping someone barters
Trades them gold and value for cruel and ill-thought charters
Broken they are and angry for not delivering on what was said
Ignorant to the fact that what they were told was in their head
Drifting in a world surrounded yet feeling alone and seeing red
Not taking an outstretched hand willing to help but rather bled
To each their own they will say but what is owned they claim
After giving it all up for other they regret and look to lay blame
Howling and pawing thinking their breath carries mighty flame
When push comes to shove they withdraw to cower in shame.
Taraz
[ a Steem original ]