Trees and Stuff

Red snow laden trees and stuff
Bunnies on road with tiremarks on them
There is a girl in the pond
Floating, bloated and angry

The words of prophets are written on the walls
Of my city, in my blood, with my bones
I am waiting for rapture, or a riot
With my pockets full of stones

All these men want to hug us
Into a corner and keep up there
This is my country. This is my country?
In love and war, nothing is fair

I'll take a walk around these snowed up streets
While the eyes watch and ears hear me
I know they are there, there they are
But I am too afraid to point and see

Alone

If we dream and die alone

What else can you say

About living life alone?

If nice to be in company

Till it gets too much

Suffocating your life force?

There is no power in numbers

When a man fights, he fights alone

Or walks the long road home?

There is shame in seeking peace

When chaos is all you know

Where else can you go?

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Still trying to put my thoughts together.