Consumed

Tonight is just an empty street,
Tomorrow is when you will be consumed.
Presuming that you allow yourself to be used;
Yet again you are swept off your feet.
A worn torn butterfly flutters around,
While an angel with no wings dances about.
A homeless man with a basket and dreams,
While the city sweeper sweeps.
The world weeps, heaps, and keels over,
While the quiet ones scream...
"And tomorrow you will be consumed."
While an old man at heart consumes another bottle,
And presumes that he resumes bleeding ink
Onto a canvas that's been used but then erased.
While in the basement bellow,
Another man opens up the box to his secrets.
Looking out the window next door
Is a man watching the flowers grow wanting more.
While the flower is just embracing for the storm.
The same storm that has Starbucks stocking the shelves,
And has the entertainment store booming with business.
Because the town knows that,
Tomorrow it will be consumed.
Tonight is an empty street but the whittler
Adventures anyway to his store and puts away
His latest toy in its cage.
So he wont run away and join the other humans.
While a web and a melody float in the wind,
Carrying the same message.
A little boy with a grin,
Still doesn't get answers to his questions.
His older brother with a sign that screams,
"Why be in the limelight just to abuse it?"
While people rage wars just for amusement.
Fearing that tomorrow they will be consumed.
While already torn is a dog that was abused,
Who is still trying to find his owner,
And who still is confused.
The mutt makes it to his scarlet sorceress
Who is never impressed enough
With the display of emotion;
The friction that makes him rough.
When all the world is a stage
And the players are remembering dreams you were in.
Their dreams will collectively end,
Tomorrow when they are consumed.
While the Mole-men laugh at Acid Rain Dancers,
Believing that too free isn't free enough.
While their conflict rages on,
A man is catching his reflection in the mirror;
A window, for Hyde who is looking
Down upon Jekyll trapped in his cage,
Who's inner conflict begins to rage.
Tonight is just and empty beat,
Tomorrow is when you will be consumed.
A man with crows on his veins
Is visited by the Ghost of Christmas Past,
Who recalls his past pain,
Just to instill the lacking ability to undo.
Whilst this stupendously ignorant man
Continues to cry behind the mask
Of a man who is stronger,
While tying anchors to the ones around him,
Pretending he is rising up.
Countering him is a scarecrow stuck in a field;
The only one worrying about getting consumed.