Looking Dim

Aging in the black

Yet the light grows brighter

For life I have no knack

My heart grown no lighter

The deck is stacked



So blow them out

So many candles

No name now

My vandals



A moment eyes closed

But their lips are wide

Think I don’t know

Teeth, fangs, and knives

I hope they choke



So knock them out

Feast of flesh

Smacking so loud

Why aren’t I dead yet



The dark sky

Shows all its victims

And who am I

But a cell in the system

No goodbye



So don’t look up

Can’t help but feel envy

I was never enough

Abomination, God murder me



Would you take my picture?

Make me famous

These vultures much richer

How I hope it’s painless

Suicide’s the pitcher



So don’t be in pictures

But the world will know

Maybe an itchy trigger finger

On with the show



Smoke and fire

Beats breathing

This light my desire

I should be leaving

Still I won’t be admired



So don’t die

Rage, rage

Against the dying of the light

That you made



As you closed your eyes

The Abomination

Yet you wonder why

I chose such a sin

Finally in the light

That’s looking dim



Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.