Static

Blinded-
This sick black static
A vale
Of blood
We see salt and pepper
Our eyes become
Mouths of gluttons
Feeding the fire
Of the enemies cannons.

Binded—
With thick black static
Never enough
Always consuming
We become
Everything we hate
Everything we ate

Our children are subject
To moral decay
Living hate
And breathing death

We are all rotten
From the inside
Out
I can’t wake up

Static

Nick Runckel

Toledo, United States

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