These Pictures Hold Ghosts

Where will we be when our eyeballs bleed,
rendering us incapable to see
the path we set when we move our feet?
We'll run through the darkness and shout at the moon,
cursing it for keeping us awake in the night.
We'll try our best to outrun the past,
but the truth is you just can't run from inevitability.
The rights and lefts we make will chisel the stone,
as we lead ourselves to an unknown reality.
We'll forget our names and the lines in our smiles will fade,
because they, too, will have no connection to the days following.