black cherries black blood how many more will bleed until we've had enough how many more will we bruise and leave at the bottom of the bunch dark night dark life there's a chill in this summer night raging fumes from fiery thoughts turned to actions sirens echo from every direction jagged scatterings of glass mimic a yellow brick road that leads to a revolution our revolution as the city burns so does a previous way of life it's slowly fizzling out and i watch as the remnants transform into specks of shimmery glitter no more checking behind your shoulder at every corner no more black blood only black cherries