Clay MacDonnell
09-13-2011, 08:16 AM
Dangerous twilight, riddled with bad omens and shifting shadows.
A blood moon hangs in the sky like an aged impotent sun, a gesture to Armageddon.
I block out the ethereal nightmare and count the cracks in the pavement
hoping to ease the Darwinian impulses within my chest,
Soon I'm home- soon I'm home.
The sudden steady footsteps of a passer-by contradicts the stillness and echoes the fear,
I see it in his face too, the fear.
For a moment it smothers us both in it's vile embrace,
Soon we're home- soon we're home.
A blood moon hangs in the sky like an aged impotent sun, a gesture to Armageddon.
I block out the ethereal nightmare and count the cracks in the pavement
hoping to ease the Darwinian impulses within my chest,
Soon I'm home- soon I'm home.
The sudden steady footsteps of a passer-by contradicts the stillness and echoes the fear,
I see it in his face too, the fear.
For a moment it smothers us both in it's vile embrace,
Soon we're home- soon we're home.