a twist in your gut
marks this violent path
a heartbeat taken
a breath driven out
his smile shadows your memories
and the blood that soiled his face when he died

father’s ghost taunts you in the night
where peace can find no purchase in your dreams
thirstful vengeance marks your violent path
bodies in your wake decomposing as the last sun sets

remember the happy tunes strung on your beaten guitar
notes that recall the barest hint of light
in a world that knows only darkness now

drink in death like an ancient wine
and death you shall become, all in due time