this world we live in

this world we live in
this wilderness disguised
this home entrusted to the ideal
hidden, under, a dream
this force, this form of comfort

this world we bleed in
a ring of killers and whisperers
whichever kills me first
i'm here with a gun in my hand
tho blind till it takes me

this world we trust in
who do we trust in?
when the world crumbles
who do we ask for protection?
when bullets rain from the skies

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I assume this offering was prompted by the Las Vegas tragedy. The last verse especially captures what a lot of us are feeling now. Well done.

[winter;lyra]

security, alike peace, doesn't exist, there is only the illusion of it and the mitigation of danger

aye, it is about that