To the Cooling breeze of the day
To the Blistering Feed of the night
for Those who wonder and for those who Die
For those who Ponder and those who cry
doesn't matter who you love
or who you Hate
or who you Kill
you hurt
you Stab
you bleed
Everybody Screams
That's the worst Part I find at the end of the day
no matter what you've done or who you've hurt
the Life is still there
unless Killed most responsibly
Swing from the Tree, Left to right
Gun in hand. To the trigger. Post Tight
Aim for the head, Caution Do heed
the Surrounding Civilians.
make sure that Traitor Bleeds
Everybody Screams.
Walking through the Morgue Tongue Tied
Your Mothers Crying
Her son has Died.
Your brother before you.
Family by your side.
they lower the Coffin.
and as they do
They Fumble and Latch
like the lace on your shoe
So the Rope snaps and Falls
To your Own Dismay.
The Casket has opened
The boy looks awake..
Everybody Screams