coin collection for your casket

There is a part that wants war, that believes the lore,

A little part believes somehow I will emerge victorious

toe tapping to the dirge melodious

Individuality recognised

as a lord above which

Red skies

gored goodbyes

death rattled twitch

and then it's just i 

and the deadening lie

that I just wanted to be alone

To think for myself

of the incredible depth

of connection