Alone
Wind blows dust in the cracks
Hides fear, hides the past
And wrinkles the night sky
So the stars grow like grass.
The flushed hourglass
Disguised by strange parallax
Always seems to distract
‘Till the sun drops like wax.
Stains of genesis, both ways
One by night, one by day
Holy water can’t bring life
To the dark renegade.
Every mind trick’s been played
Fools follow the masquerade
While I raise my barricade,
A loose hand on a grenade.
As I settle in daylight
And define black and white
I remember the bad guys
Are merely passing by.
And those eerie satellites
Fall to earth like meteorites
And their flames quickly die
But the planets survive.
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