Turn Away From The Sun

We have all been led astray,
Using the world as an ashtray,
Humanity has turned away...
As all colors fade back to gray,
When you turn away from the sun...

Before they knew it, the time had come...
Midnight had struck again.

Words are wasted upon you,
Going home and coming back again,
I want to stay in the place
Where my soul eternally dwells...

Yet I am dragged away,
Forever longing to return, once again.

I could crawl, always on these broken legs,
Wounded knees can't carry me away,
Yet I always stop to wonder,
Where I'd be if not for you...

Beaten and broken and torn up and used,
I can no longer stand to be abused.

Sunset is the perfect time,
When it is rippled,
Golden and glowing,
Endless shining embers entangling,
Cascading over sinewed bone...

It is here that my spirit looms,
In this field of withered flowers
And ill-gotten destiny,
With eyes of tainted malice;

Feeling as the wrath of my anger burns,
Awaiting the day that my body returns...

As I turn...
a  
   w
       a
            y~
from the
s...u...n.