Consume or be consumed

Scorned by memories that aren’t our own
We weep through the streets waiting for a sign
A signal of something coming to pass
But nothing happens, each next day as the last

Burnt minds attach themselves to able bodies
Ambling through mists that cauterize
Harshing the lungs hypnotic promises
Of other bodies to take inside

I’m so tired of this death dance scene each voice moans
But we bring ourselves back night by night
To consume or be consumed
That’s the question within the answer.

We aren’t of rabid blood by nature
The thirst is one we’re taught
Unpure and filled with lies
Our tongues burn one another as they touch

The death chant: consume or be consumed
To put your fist in my face is the same as putting your foot in the grave
One trip is quicker than the other
But you’ll disappear just the same

Holed up in blackness its hard hard flight
Through the skies against night searching for the day
But you can’t look, you can only wait
And how long you last is up to you.

And god help you if you flee westward
Buying yourself only negative time
Chasing a sunset that never rises
Through oceans back over land back over seas once again.