Nero

At war with everyone
I watch our futures burn
Playing the devil
Sinking into the flames
Graveyard games.
Blood stains, not as much as a broken heart
the vultures tear apart.
My happiness is a distant memory
lying broken in the cemetery
I see ghosts of my future in my past.
I am aghast, a man of midnight
sackcloth and ashes
gashes and cuts
I loved myself, not enough…

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