Away - Assemblage 23

Concentric circles

Forever closing in

Another travesty

That never should have been

The latest entry

On an ever-growing list

And yet you never change your ways

Your denial still persists

Run away, run away

Run away from the setting sun

Run away, run away

Run away from the things you’ve done

With accusing fingers

You jut into the air

To single out the ones

You blame for your despair

But the mirror’s broken

No reflection can it afford

Only scattered glances

Of its pieces on the floor

Run away, run away

Run away from the setting sun

Run away, run away

Run away from the things you’ve done

The ground beneath you

Will crumble into dust

The breath to forms your words

Will never fill your lungs

And as your senses dull

A thought enters your mind

«I'm that one who caused all this

There was no one else this time»

Run away, run away

Run away from the setting sun

Run away, run away

Run away from the things you’ve done