Running and Living Followed By Being

My eyes are opened taking soft steps towards the celebration of the night the festival of angel light...carousel of visions spin the people into blissful joy the dour ones who follow me want to know more of my ways they see me never smiling...they want to drown in my angst My eyes are opened taking pounding steps transforming to runs...far from the celebration of the light the masked men and Jezebels pursue me...seeing my death as accolade toward their "holy" sword man I've decided to hide in the forests until morning, here i will be one with what man has not touched, these will be my friends until I escape to a different jungle There the concrete is king, and i will fight not to fall slave to this monarchy Teenage Angst in former time matured into Revolution My time does not exist