Lambs

this is the power at fingertips when the clock strikes 11pm
dreams degrade
we
talk
in our
sleep
stop making things so difficult
stop trying to convince yourself
I already know
that
nature is second
to doing what you are told
to doing what you think everyone else wants
that path has been well worn
and I still breathe every breath
here in space
where I can see everyone doing what they are told
and you are the darkness on the edge of town
wicked and rising up toward me
this is the power at fingertips
deadly and saintlike
maybe you are right
and I am nothing more than a sacrifice