Ideal life.

I shall sleep on your grave tonight.

My mind is nigh, my spirits sigh.

I shall weep on the turf you call home.

Also my home, all alone.

I shall dig up your love all bare.

Scratching the dirt, scratching the hurt.

I shall die in your sleep tonight.

Never forgotten, a cheery tone.

Cynical Bastards

Dignity earned
Lost

Freedom found
Lost

Honour acheived
Lost

Humanity
Lost

Poisoned By Care.

It's right there.
Choke
Splutter
Wheezing out the
Gargling sound,
As I try to
Force
Threaten out the deadly name.

Not called by a voice.
By an eye.