Look out

The clock grew wings,
And time flew away.
My feet keep walking,
As I stand still.

He waved his hands,
As he spun his web of lies,
Just a puppet of the shadows,
Wave goodbye to your people.

I spin in directions undefined,
Must you label everything?
My broken words disrupt confusion,
I try and fail to grasp at time.

An the sun bleaches the bones,
The hunters catch their prey at night,
Blood covers ally floors,
And slips past our doors.

Did we grow out of violence?
Grow into killing senselessly,
Or do we stand unchanged.
We remain the primitive creates we started out as.

Do I look as if I’ll suffer?
Will we ever find an answer?
Can I ask a question?
Will we always stand-alone?