False Accusation

Can you hear the roar of the engine?
The way it shakes the walls and fills you with tension
The smell of sweat always lingering in the air
Everyone passing you by without a care
Clothes as fithy as the bum across you
You have nowhere to stay, what can you do?

Chilled pavment your only protection
Covering the wound of imediate infection
Coughing up blood along these streets
To see a dead child and suffer the repeat
Shameless tears that intrude then fall
Almost giving in to your fated cell walls

Can you invision that scene agian?
The bloodied hands of how this began
The deafening silence of a innocent heart beat
The maddening colapse of flesh hitting concrete
Realization glissening through shadowed globes
And pavement pounding from streets to roads

Running from law and rebel alike
Weaving and avoiding very snakelike
Transformed instantly from hunter to prey
The momment you realized the body would slowly decay
Maddness revealing that you will be blamed
Becoming the fool who, as always, is framed

Forever the wounded ghost inside of me
Reminding of nightmares that I can only see