The Eyes On the Wall
Written April 29, 2013
What do you do
When you see through
All of the pictures that you keep on the wall
All of the people that will come to the ball
Be the light in my basement
You came in when the day went
When the moon pierced the sky
And the night wondered why
You lit up from my fright
Be the bright of my light, tonight
Give birth to my form, we mourn
That you got out of town
But you're still hanging around
To suffer just like the rest
Of us who shoot up in jest
You'll go a-holding your chest
In the mirror of a window pane
I can see their pain
Your heartache has made mine real
How do we continue to steal
From the ones without meal
Breathe fire into the steel
Confirm my reality
My invisibility
Has become surreal to me
So I litter the walls with lights
In hopes that I might
See the sun rise tonight
Moloch preys on the young
And on those who have won
Into the mystic we might
Die from losing our sight
From flaring into the sun
Staring down the barreling gun
I thought I knew them before
All the eyes on the wall
Follow without hesitation
Like faces at a train station
That keep whistling by
Not one wonders why
The world has been torn apart
Before the kids could start
To piece it back together
Could a puzzle get better
Should we re-imagine this earth
Or should we not weigh its worth
What do you do
When you're through
Counting the cattle as they go by the door
Keeping a carpet that's so thick on the floor
Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013
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