Waving my tattered coat among
the waves of anger that floods
past me.
I surrendered before this even began.
homeless lullabies filtered though
my sleep the screams and echoes of
a singular piece of lead silencing others.
But the azure bleed cerise on the pavement.
Taking identities of fallen heroes,
never questioning but shaded beyond morals.
A tide was crashing upon the pavement of
society.
There didn't seem to be a life of Black & White.
but the fact that I seemed to be less
of worth than others pigment.
I held my tattered coat visible to those who
where dressed as if for war.
I was the first causality of the night,
hands up in surrender
But as bleed on the floor I thought
"Why me"
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
Waving my tattered coat among
the waves of anger that floods
past me.
I surrendered before this even began.
homeless lullabies filtered though
my sleep the screams and echoes of
a singular piece of lead silencing others.
But the azure bleed cerise on the pavement.
Taking identities of fallen heroes,
never questioning but shaded beyond morals.
A tide was crashing upon the pavement of
society.
There didn't seem to be a life of Black & White.
but the fact that I seemed to be less
of worth than others pigment.
I held my tattered coat visible to those who
where dressed as if for war.
I was the first causality of the night,
hands up in surrender
But as bleed on the floor I thought
"Why me"
