There are monsters
Then
There are
Monsters
Among the dead
We find
Ourselves
Juggling guns
We are
Trapped
In the maze
The world you
Created
For all of us
Dragging wounded
Limbs
Over dirty cloth
I lay down
Your
Burthens
Angels
Light and formless
Weakest of the weak
The knife with which you
Gut
Me
Hangs dull and heavy
At your side
Sharpen it on the
Steel
Of my heart
Before the killing
Plunge
Save me
From us
Again
I am
Not
Going
Back
c.sdmrogers 2018
