• I am not your returning sun.
    I do not fill your eyes with light.
    I do not fill soul with warmth,
    Nor do I fill your soil with life.
    As radiant rays slowly fade away
    Into monotonic shades of grey,
    My skin and bones become bloated decay
    As my body became fuel for unconditional hate.
    As the winter snow begins to blow over,
    People will discover my corpses blown cover.
    Brains and blood, paint a graveyard mural.
    Buckshot for breakfast and a shotgun facial.
    You’ll find, I survived for a few more days,
    As the maggots ate away at the hole in my brain.
    Flash the cross, as the bodies dangle
    With faces forgotten, bloody and mangled.