ArtlessHmmmm

Killers wander in our midst Killers raising out wide a fist Stand up and be discounted Stand up and be surmounted. Streets are not yours or mine Streets are cleared of all time A bright red path that begins to congeal A path of treachery we dare not feel A lingering melancholy of the masses Let them raise their weary glasses A pause, a muse, a truce for what A cry, a tear, a scream forgot A subterfuge of the self appointed A bottle of darkness anointed Break the camel's back Break the relentless attack All I want to hear is the fall All I want to hear is the call It will be music to ease my fears It will be a wipe to dry