Poetry - The Escape Route

The sky is on fire, Filled with burning desire, Eclipsing everything around the horizon, Unwilling to listen to reason As ashes turn into clouds, He looks down into the crowds, Surprised of his own creation, Withering away at the very foundation Was he just in giving us free will? Letting us drive it all downhill, Or is this just an illusion? Mere pawns of chess in confusion You see the sun setting down, Still in all it's glory with its shining crown, Ushering in the hope of a new dawn, Until it's completely gone Does he see us capable of change? Is hoping to see a shift strange? Is that him within the clouds, grinning? Is this the end, or is it just the beginning?

Look out, look out as the sky burns, Ashes spread across, empty churns, Heaven comes crashing down, Mortals running scared across town Look out, look out as we add fuel to the fire, Let the storm take over, burnt desire, As violence becomes the only means, Life still goes on with its routines Look out, look out as the birds stop chirping, Sorrow spread across, still hurting, He's looking down at us teary-eyed, As we fail to swallow our pride Look out, Look out as we lose our humanity, Let our urges take over, such insanity, No more dreams, just stay down curled, Welcome my son, welcome to the world

Falling into the abyss, After all that's been amiss, Watching the darkness spread across, Caught within by his own flaws Intolerance spreading like fire, Unfettered from his own desires, Stood up against the tall order, Pulled away from the border The massacre swept through his eyes, The figureheads ordering his demise, On the run from those in guise, Melting away into the skies Enveloped by the dense smokes, Feeding on his failed hoax, Fails to conceive past the gloom, Falling back into his tomb

Have you ever seen through, Frosted layers of emotions, No matter what he threw, Couldn't dent any notions You asked him to stop for a while, Let his violent steak get silent, Fast approaching state of senile, He was never this violent He took the fall, alone in the dark, Letting go of your hand, He stood lonely, under the arc, Unsure of where he's going to land Did he seep through the sands of time? Did he fall through the crack? Did he stop or commit the crime? Or did he finally switch his track Close your eyes and look within, He's in there, scared to lose his way, Don't let him commit the sin, Just remember, you have the final say

Only if he could fly, Only if he could cry, Trapped in the shackles of cold, Is he you really want to hold Reserved, hollow, cold blooded, Leaving behind a trail flooded, Mysterious, dark, undefined, By the iron, he's confined Damaged bonds along the way, Nothing to link to the past, There's nothing left for you to say, He himself hasn't asked Mending ways in your sight, He'd let you shine bright, Only if he could fly, Only if he could cry

Darkness covering his eyes, Emptiness eating him inside, Just the thought of his rise, Leaves his mind cast aside Innocence left behind, Love shoved to the side, Unable to move, unwilling to grind, Consumed in his pride, Freedom forcefully taken away, Caged within his own thoughts, Butchered bodies on the way, Left alone to rot Would he break free, Or would he be consumed, On his knees, he pleads, Beyond his end, not to be exhumed

Old Man, look into my heart, It's waiting for you since the start, Old Man, look at me here, I'm just like you were Old Man, hope binds us together, Unites us like no other, Old Man, I didn't lose my way, I just took the highway, Old Man, don't forget yourself, Its photographs resting on the shelf, Old Man, twenty two and still like you, There's so much more than me and you Old Man, open your eyes and gaze around, This is the greener side we found, Old Man, don't let me die for you, Look into the water, I'm still You!