Gasoline lines the trails
of bloodied rails and darkened halls;
Hear the calls of sirens at bay
to strike the match, collapse and pray--
Scream out the orders to falling angels
to adhere to the calling of demons in toe
Friend or foe, trigger the chain reaction
set ablaze this soul, fraction by tattered fraction.
Hear in my voice the remorseful resolve,
involve yourself to see behind green masks;
A mortal's tasks compete with desperate needs
that weeds itself in and out of vulnerable minds.
A resourceful eye finds the clues scattered here,
The hurt and fear disguised by lyrics and diction.
A world of friction has but to continue to set ablaze
the shadowed maze of which I lay in despair.