Deathbed

Gift me death

By hole in the head.

Kill the thoughts,

Before they turn to dread.

The deadliest weapons

Don’t cut, they thread.

I’m a bullet board.

Fill me with lead.

Another lost cause,

Steeped in red.

If you’re looking for humanity,

You won’t find a shred.

It was a fleeting ideal,

And it's fled.

Making space,

For the pain to spread.

Hope is beautiful,

Even when it’s dead.

Tears don’t fall,

They’re shed.

Like blood on the,

Black and blue paths we tread.

Casually leading us,

To our deathbed.