Jake Warren


Unattached - Poem by Jake Warren

The nighttime breeze is haunting your footsteps as you run
Trying to find a place to hide from the smoking gun
Stumbling as you gasp for breath
Never realizing how close you’ve come to death
Do you see the blood trickling through the streets in a steady stream
And you try to wake yourself up from what has to be a terrible dream
But you realize its not a dream but a nightmare come true
Because that blood in the street belongs to you
You see it flowing from your head
Counting down the moments until you’re dead
Wishing time would go by faster
Fighting for a few last words
But now that I’ve become your master
We’ll see who you say’s disturbed
Do you see the home burning down to the ground
And you hope that your favorite things will still be there
But when all you’ve got is what your heart’s revolving around
It’s easy to take your soul when none of it can be found
Do you see the blood trickling through the streets in a steady stream
And you try to wake yourself up from what has to be a terrible dream
But you realize its not a dream but a nightmare come true
Because that blood in the street belongs to you (you, you, you)
No time to run, no time to look back (look back)
No time to stop yourself, you’re under attack (attack)
No time, no time, no time, time has run out (it’s gone)
You should’ve spent more time making the time you spent count (goodbye)
No time left to try to fix yourself (smoking gun)
Time’s up, time’s up, time’s up, you’re falling before the gates of hell
Do you see the blood trickling through the streets in a steady stream
And you try to wake yourself up from what has to be a terrible dream
But you realize its not a dream but a nightmare come true
Because that blood in the street belongs to you
Do you see the blood trickling through the streets in a steady stream (stream)
And you try to wake yourself up from what has to be a terrible dream (you scream)
But you realize it’s not a dream but a nightmare come true (No time left)
Because that blood belongs to you (you, you, you)
(you, you, you)
(you, you, you)


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 27, 2011


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