I watched it burn. Their match incinerated when their eyes
Contacted. your fingers spreading our diseases
they carry. The ashes unconcerned
With where they lie. Listen in to their faceless suicide. Is that really
Your questions sneaking the dirt all over the rotting floors?
So the story goes. Your rocking horse will get you nowhere.
I asked you if I would see the day that your feet walked in front of mine.
You liar. Merge.