Start to Finish

death from death
life from life
shoot fate down
and dont think twice,
of silent repent
and lackluster intent
whether up or down
neither bent nor split.

theres a Whos done what
a where and why,
but it all boils down
to the way it all dies.
whether it fades quick,
lingers to make us sick,
reaches infinity
or eats the hope in me.

it seems like a waste
to develop a taste
for such mediocrity.
when there's a limit on
each dusk and dawn.
an end of which
flips the final switch

to simple conscious thought.

rest

theres a slight fond remembrance
of a dark suffering temperance
of a world gone frightfully wrong.

black bird falls from bleeding red skies
with worldy curse of propaganda and lies,
singing notes to a somber song.

as all ritz upper class winners
devour sweet deviant sinners
from a platter of prosed placid decay.

and the strong upheld intents
slip into forced weak repents.
and these sheep die alone, nothing to say.