In Every Death



Before I died

I bathed in blood

Mine and my



Should I rise

From this with

What clings

To me


I shouldn’t think

I’d want to



Would you


Explosions knocked

Me down in a

Farce of chaotic



Absurd to think

There’s any

Sense in

Destroying us

This way


Did someone win

I hope not

I hope that we

All lose


Why should we

Have to pay in

Blood for someone

Else’s act


It’s over for me

Now, all the drama


The curtained

Arch falls over



I will miss the

Next act of terror


Tunneled under

Reality, sans

Sense and any

Sanity to play


That is me

And to the actors

This is you