Sebastopol Screams

A child sits alone
In the remnants of the angels and the bones
The wardens of the wild
In the mists of time, just breathe you broken child

Winds coloured red
As the sunset howls, a promise on a thread
The jawbone city skies
Swaying in the heat, lost paradise
Tranquilize tranquility
Anaesthetise necessity
Leave entropy

My screeching terrors
My laughing nightmares
My tattered joy
My deadened voice
These wretched things
Deserve to die
For all have left
My world a lie

A child holds a gun
In his wounded eyes, a war has now begun
Two shots to come
But the outcome that remains is only one
A scream shall defy
As he raises dripping fist to bloodied sky

My screeching terrors
My laughing nightmares
My tattered joy
My deadened voice
These wretched things
Deserve to die
For all have left
My world a lie

Sink
Into the sand
Sow
Defiant hand

A child lays his head
As the incandescent rains become his bed
A stain on the sand
And the future of the earth within a hand