Crystal Clear

I've always wanted to fly.
No rhyme or reason why.
At night I leave my bed.
Feeling alone and unfed.

The fire between us crackles on.
The bridge remains never gone.
Not hungry, I hear a sound.
Yet nobody is even around.

I was certain that nobody was there.
Yet I felt like it was casting a piercing stare.
I was the only person in this home.
Yet this intruder wouldn't leave me alone.

So I turned around to the attack.
But all I saw was a veil of black.
Looking back at the nothing I had.
Was I honestly that lonely and sad?

So I closed the fridge and reached out.
Witnessing that blackness as my final bout.
I lay back down and rest my little head.
But nobody was there to meet me in bed.

The thoughts of companionship consummate my mind.
But since I was the only one without it, I was in a bind.
It's sickening and it makes me pale.
When did my heart become so stale?

Eulogy of the Soldier

I am the curious doom bringer.
So too my vicious dead ringer.
Fooled into believing I'm in a state of ease.
I take a shotgun to all and kill as I please.

In the blackest name of justice artificial.
I do away with beauty and the superficial.
Bodies drop as spirits take their leave.
Call me back because now I can't breathe.

Destruction is my one and only name.
Reflection only makes me more insane.
Fascist individuals make their presence known.
Shocked are they to see how much I've grown.

There's a flaming bridge between the buried and me.
Pretending I'm overreacting and the same are we.
They write me off as simple yet very flawed.
And I write back 'Where is your fucking God?'

So I ran through those searing flames.
Reloading the gun and firing the blames.
My flesh ignited and melted away.
As I once again became the stray.

The bridge collapsed from beneath my feet.
And there my body laid out there on the street.
I rose to my feet, glad that I wasn't dead.
I looked out and saw a trail leading ahead.