• The bullet through the world
    Left ashes for us to see
    To smell each and everyday
    Every kid thinking “It was probably for me…”
    Like god himself
    Had pulled the trigger
    Or an angel screaming
    When the hole got bigger
    A chilling breeze
    Swept down our spines
    As we watched the liars
    Whisper to them “I’m fine.”
    It’s almost as if
    Everyone’s given up
    And the lord himself
    Found arguing rough
    And it’s almost as if
    Watching a disease spread
    And each time you blink
    You just never know—
    Your best friend could be dead.