...She ran with
a pair of scissors in her hands
For whatever reason, she
ran with haste and a hammer in her chest
She ran towards
the sunset that bridges the dark and
men
For she knows, this world has
been taken, not by sticks, but
by strings and
chains and curtains that
veil the obvious
She never looked back...
though she never understood the
why
But
it seemed the dark is not as
cold as they have told
There's time to burn
and to burn in the dark seemed more
true...