oh my tired life
how many times can I ask you to remember?
these flashbacks
these dreamscapes
these woven pastures
these tiny statues
let us all die together
one by one
a race for the prize
let the last one standing
have pride in his heart
we did things right didn't we?
didn't we leave a big enough mess?
to be remembered.
to be tragic
to be soft spoken
to be nobody
one by one
let their frail souls crumble
and send the dust to the sky
to burn in the sun
puke up this poison
drain these rotten pipes
flush out these sewers
and begin anew