Damage

run run the damage is done flee the scene missile stone smashed greenhouse pane in glass home all this short life casting stones random risk lucky strike run away from damage done flagging now design for life ingrained well deep no one should have to see the things i see in sleep only run from habit damage inflicted barely superficial limping shadows with toothless maws ghost train phantoms chase cardboard and cheesy half-hearted cries no one should have to see the things i see when i close my eyes nothing to run from nowhere to run to no damage wrought anyone would register if at all yet still i blindly run