Civilized
Martin Bush

Burning bright, this brilliant guise.
Still, shadows lurk behind these eyes,
hungering to shed all these lies
in charred rubble and crimson skies.

Still shadows lurk, behind these eyes,
an inner fiend seeks sanguine rise
in charred rubble and crimson skies.
Straining, it seethes and cries.

An inner fiend seeks sanguine rise.
At bond and mask the demon pries,
straining. It seethes and cries,
yearning, ravenous. It never dies.

At bond and mask the demon pries,
burning. Bright, this brilliant guise,
yearning. Ravenous, it never dies,
hungering to shed all these lies.