Anxiety Stare
Walkin' the street something told my Feet
if you walk this greed the grief well cover your Sheets
In heavy Dark ashes That covers the Flash's
of blind red gashes, filled with this fashion.
So i lifted my eye, my Feet in a cry.
yelled out my sights been given a blight.
Then as i sat There ready for flight
a man Walked up to Give me a knife
Askn' this man, why you have sent me this here.
This rusty old knife with Nothing to fear
It gives me small reason of things with out treason
when something so Vile comes to my reason.
So he got up and left, with nothing to guess
vanished to dust, The air left him to rush.
sitting to stare, looking to glare.
this knife i held with nothing to fear.
Moving to go, i left it with flow
with Things in its past of some absurd show.
So now i sit here, walking the streets
as nothing here now talks with my feet.