A Darkness

You are a darkness that calls to darkness

A haven for ragged refugees

You are a punchline, you're a distraction

A sucking chest wound dying by degrees

Force yourself to move, but not too very fast

Too late to be first, too proud to be last

You are a darkness that calls to darkness

You are a hunger that feeds on all it sees

You are a symptom, another victim

A windblown scarecrow shaking with disease

There's not much future in this living in the past