Get Out While You Can
John Boegehold
Beware the ghost that floats two steps behind you
It breathes the dust you shake off of your shoes
While tracing ancient scars just to remind you
Of every battle past that left a bruise
Your angels and your saviors
Have long since disappeared
And judgment day is here
Get out while you can
Tangled in a web of words unspoken
While fending off the Huns inside your head
The burden of a static soul unwoken
Is breeding monsters underneath your bed
You’re wrenched out of indifference
You sense that something’s wrong
The Sirens start their song
When you are gone
Life goes on
