same old concrete. same old trigger.

run,
like a steam down a mountainside,
with the wind in my back.
staring at the loss of souls behind,
living without a home.

of the mind of putting your burden down,
we have done it before,
we could definitely do it again.
but now all is gone.
all that matters is gone from the second that,
the second you pulled the trigger.

looking for the cause is pointless.
because you only need a mirror to do so.

nobody can tell us why people go insane,
why people choose to live alone.
but i certainly as hell would never choose to live alone.
for to live alone would be to be without you.
and i can't do that.
not me.


shapes of every size is moving behind your eyes,
smile because you are blinking the blood away,
oh shadow of the sun.