Living Ruins

No, I don't want to
Go in
The streaks
Distorting the sun
We burn from the inside
Through the blinding fog
We burn from the inside
Left in the wake of the new
Who are the ones
With broken backs
Who can't pick up their heads
Ringing in their ears
Sick from exposure
These were the dreams
Mortally wounded
Sweating bullets, laying limp

Graves of the fallen
The stench is the reminder
Of the ebb and flow
The stench repulses the most
Graves of the fallen

Who remains history?
Who is the inspiration?
Apocalyptic connections
Challenged leaders
Disappointing kings
Over and over
To never create
Is to become too disobedient
To be square
A fresh wave of paranoia

Graves of the fallen
The stench is the reminder
Of the ebb and flow
The stench repulses the most
Graves of the road