Makers

Take this sun away Throw it into the fray When I'm down You kick me in the heart Leaving me to wallow With my heart bruised & hallow Left dreaming Deaf to the electric screaming Screeching in my brain Nick naming me Cain Translating hurt as shame Calling me weird & maimed Blinded by the harvest moon I start to act like a loon The onslaught of craziness croons Morphing into an anime cartoon Tracing the outline of having fun My hopes are buried with the sun In the game of saints & sinners We're all winners No ones ideal is any better Let's break bread, let's have dinner At the chapel Or someplace finer There's a light shinning in the distance The glow illuminating my sleep Exposing every creep Crawling back into my closet Of discontent In the storm of injustice I lament Writing letters to a nameless power Urging for the removal of cowardice & ego Unheeded are my words Falling on deaf ears of entitlement & violence Yet I will not be silenced For we are the making of our own demise.