Images floating by on your screen
images passing by in hazey dim.
It there anything to be understood
when the night passes
but time just skips the dawn
passes the day
and brings things around to evening?
The detachment required to function
finding nothing in something
as we sit here watching.
it all becomes a blood soaked fight to the death.
All or nothing.
Head to the ground.
Wounded and cut to the quick of the soul.
Blood feeding the ground
as souls stand about in whisper,
just lost and forgotten