Today the last sound of humanity flickers. The silent snicker of a madman.
Prose, with a finger on a button.
Cold, frozen.
Unexpected yet serene.
The greatest gag.
The punchline.
they'll never press the button.
A droning tenure, an outspoken fiend
My loving regret.
Gnawing aneurism.
Crude and adolescent.
The armed guards bleed red.
The poet bleeds blue.
True as the gathering darkness.
White as noise.
Awake,
In a cold bed.
During the witching hour.
Clarity, Clairvoyant, Cleansed.
Not a glimmer of hope.
But eyes wide open.
Tears dried.
Blind in darkness.
No truth to be told.
Asleep for the last time
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