We are Raw

The kids depart the city, leaving the debris behind,
The old war wounds begin to sting your sentimental side.
Because you mind.

Shell-shocked from shrapnel
(Is not this war love enabled?)
I think they saw, with their strangers eyes,
We are raw; the pain beats down the lives
Held inside our hands.

Apparently
We taste better with our vitamins sucked out,
Dehydrated by their thirsty mouths.
Bitter when we remember that we are
Raw as the day we were born, under the star
That follows us, shadows us,
This is the heart of this city's kiss.

We don't believe in God.
In everything, you teach me to differ from everyone;
It could be a good thing or a bad thing.
Like the night, it welds itself to your back,
Scared of missing the action it likes.
When our instruments become furniture;
Our music is patterned by the floor.
Carpeting our thoughts and furthermore,
Creeping up the paper to your sheets, you swear
And brush it off.

As I want to be a leper (you the vulture),
Pray for me; don't prey on me, to make it to my shoulder.
You, like a ghost cat slinking past,
I never saw your nerves react like that before.
I was disturbed and I was afraid,
By watching,
I became a witness to a scene already played
In fate waiting.

Like your net caught me cautiously but perfectly
In a trap laid out for me,
Hope makes optimists of the worst of us;
I refused to escape silently.
In my teenage tyrant years,
Gave you my mouthful of dictators tears
As the sun shone into my ears to burn the words.