It’s the last you’ll ever get.
I had a grip on my peace of mind,
but the angels drowned with it.
What’s left is the horror and broken bones,
Long yearning, echoing moans,
This empty lot is now a home,
Where street signs point to the unknown.
What remains is dark long slideshows,
It’s a circus and we’re all sideshows.
Our main attraction is nuclear reaction,
Adding the hopes with subtraction.
It’s the last you’ll ever get,
Before you see the end and when it hits,
You’ll remain a smile on all the faces,
Of those forgotten and covered traces.
Loneliness is so unknown,
For those who have forgotten and grown,
To know the life that they know now,
People drown in the past anyhow.