the narrator

I don't know about you anymore
you've been doing
so many bad things
I saw you leave your soul here
when you walked out the door
yesterday is gone
I don't know why you insist
on carrying it around
the truth is rigid
like an anchor
but you prefer it liquid
like something to drink
you've been saying for so long
you're a monster
but now I see it
you're coming to the end of your song
now I hear you
if you don't believe in the truth
then what do you have?
you'll find yourself shivering
in a fantastical wonderland
if you don't actively search for truth
then you make yourself vulnerable
to every carrion bird
to every strong-arm opportunist

watch your television
feel the blood in your veins
see the soldiers line up
watch them all fall down
sit alone in your heartless tower
and watch the world bleed
knowing isn't doing
and you--
you enjoy the feeling
of sitting above the fray
never involved
always safely at a distance
above the stink of humanity
like Shakespeare
you have pity, you have love
the forever narrator
must read his lines
must control his face
when you feel the blood rise
you must rise higher
when it finally gets to you
you can always go
to where gods and goddesses conspire
against the human race.