in painful indifference
how often this heart is broken
too much yet still not enough
there is no difference

the bullet thought
shattered me, scattered
I found myself in my remains

tower of wooden blocks
your pieces are greater
than my whole ever was
spread me across the floor

mouth open, eyes closed
there is your world
your silence down my throat
I hate your salvation
it was my cross to carry

the firing squad removed
while I was only blindfolded
never gained earned death

trembling whispers shake me
prayers redeeming redemption
broken stone gods in the sky
horses painted on the hills

copper for your thoughts
and silver for the soul
betray myself before you

she who prevails has not won
victory is wounded and torn
in love with her vanity fallen
dress tattered, collapsing

gunshot through the head
dark eyes spread wild
body twitches into existance
and gasps for breath

blood spatters into wings
shadow a memory of the wall
stumbling into resurrection