So You Say

As the time will continue on,
You say that all of this will change. . .
Or so you say, or so you say.
And yet you give me words of hope and light,
When you've already murdered the both of these.
So to allow myself to escape,
I will turn my eyes from yours,
In order to maintain my safety.
Safety, what I must retain,
Safety, what I long to throw by the wayside.
Waiting for extraction that seems to never come. . .