I'd love to take a moment to
-JUST ******* BREATHE-
but I can't sit and wait
while they sharpen their knives...
They sharpen their knives.
Every ******* moment that passes,
and we wait.
Waiting for someone else to come along?
Take the reigns?
Maybe a set of more capable hands will save us
from our own responsibility...
Meanwhile, the seconds tick by,
each one cutting deeper than the former.
It could be we don't deserve this place,
and I'm not inclined to disagree.
The question remains:
do we run,
or let it burn
so that we might be reborn anew from the ashes?
Don't drink and read the news, kids. lol