The Savages - Kelli Ali

I see myself

Reflected in the windows of the street

Like someone else

My shadow crawling underneath my feet

I feel the waves

Of nausea come creeping from

The sure and steady gaze

Of death behind the sun

Behind the door and all the time

I smile and you smile back at me

We’d drink our wine

So searching for escape

It’s very strange

Our love can be so in disguise as hate

Another day

Stands watching with my sorrow

At our fate behind the mask

Our decency is swallowed once again

You raise your glass

I wonder if the carelessness of men

And yet I left

Though you realize I’m searching for the truth

The truth instead murdered by the art of conversation

We are the savages

We are the savages

Welcome to the dark