The Haze - by Erik Smith
the heart
is black
but blood still flows
my brain still hates
but no one knows
the feet
are dead
my arms are raised
but legs are cold
my back is grazed
the sound
now falls
from above my eyes
the crowd now forms
to disperse my lies
i confess
i knew all too well
that i wanted it
the death of our lands
i confess
i did not stop it
things we all once knew
the blood on my hands
dont tell
me i cannot care
dont tell me i wasnt there
dont make me take you on
dont ask me to tell you
leave this
place
before you get taken on
before you lose it all
before i end your world
the fires
are burning
the land is a blaze
the world isnt turning
your god is a haze
the fires are burning
the land will soon die
the world isnt turning
you still wonder why?
i tried to
tell you
the signs were everywhere
i tried to show you
did you look anywhere?
why didnt
you try
why didnt i lie
how couldnt you see
it all came from me
next time
i will be quiet
sitting alone to the side
i wont warn anyone
i wont say anything
i'll sit watching you die
i wont mind
combing through the bodies
learning all the names of the rotting
but for now i will be content
pointing out those who are plotting
even though no one is listening
and others who know
are trying to tell you too
even though no one is listening
but dont
be surprised
when the fires are burning
when the land is a blaze
when the world isnt turning
when your god is a haze
just dont be surprised
when the fires are burning
when the land has since died
when the world isnt turning
will you still wonder why?
