i have a cousin on the front
and another,
and another.
they exchange ammunition
and retribution
for sins they’ve never done.
but we are all blood brothers,
for when the clouds darken
the rains will shoot forth
from our ruptured veins
to show the righteous
what crimson is.
please tell me about Loneliness,
for i haven’t seen it for days.
it used to stare back
with eyes that have ceased
to burn through the looking glass
and the few feet of space.
i couldn’t bear to look
at it’s pale emptiness
and so i decided
to avert my gaze,
and watch instead
its shadow on the wall
when the sun creeps low
and sneaks in through the window
to stand behind me
to hear my supplication
to illuminate the voices
staring from the walls.