Graveside manner shallow and quick

I hold onto this

Sharpening a laid open knife

Objective years from now

Homeless memories scrounge for change

Humming tunelessly

In the crush at exit

There's too many cameras just to kill my way out

No one does monsters

Better than us

In the jet lag between wars

Pollack the world with the blood of martyrs

Notches on the stock keeping score

Never let go of your dead

Until the stage curtains fall

Words of consolation

Are short term damage control

I'm holding you

When you die because I'm killing you

In your last, share your pain with someone who fucking cares

No haunted past

On my sleeve

Living and dying out of sequence

Used to death

Short term pain

Dulled down by repetition

Firewood soaked in tears

Grey snow?

Ashes fall