Like light that cuts through all the vaporous mange
Of a gray that keeps brightness away from the range
Of your sight. That is me, now my memory shines
For designing your shame with indelible lines.
No braveness as you found it perfectly sage
To desert me, invert all your empathy-rage.
"I'll decry if a fryer heats lard to spite fries
But let cowardice rise when the tiny one dies."
The people last with me were killers you paid,
The injectors of ending heard fated breath fade.
When my life fled my life, man, you should have been there,
But heart pumping those tears found but one thing to spare.