Don’t smile

Run away

And hide

Don’t laugh

Rip it out

And run

All emotion

A smoking gun

Now run

Feet pound

Gasps for air

Faster

Her darkness

Just behind

Faster than before

Heart pounding

Breaths shallow

Running harder

No emotion

Just away

Hide it all

Trees ablaze

Smoky lungs

Coughing now

Stop.

Turn around

Quick draw

The queen has fallen

Look down on your mother,

Broken boy

Look down at her blood and cry,

Broken boy

Your feet are bleeding,

Your throat is ragged,

And you are no more than

A broken boy

No less broken than when you began

Less trapped,

Sure

But freedom comes with tears

Comes with with knees hitting the ground

Comes with that newly familiar taste,

That copper filling your throat

The gun in your hands is not for you,

Broken boy

The fates have more for you,

Broken boy

You will never get a break,

Never a way out,

Always with the loss of the broken boy,

The hero.