Running,
heart pounding...

All genocide
is fratricide...

If i wrote you a poem with my tears
and in it i hid all my fears...

Oh, let's dance a dance,
the only kind you seem to like...

Too-hot sidewalk,
crumbling down...

You told me shoot you
and it is something...

I'm sure there are words to write,
just as I am sure there are hearts that bleed...

Do you ever wonder
how many people around you are hiding...

He's broken
He's BROKEN...

You sit here
and tell me about numbness...

I want to write something happy,
let's see, where shall we begin...

Checkerboard sunsets
fan across the sky...