My blood; a mediocre sight

A ruby sheen reflecting cold twilight

A scream; unheard, unfettered, and untold

Your desperation makes you bloody bold

They’re coming for you. Or they’re not.

You’re all alone. Surrounded.

Before you paid the man you really should have double-counted

She hung herself, she shot you

She married and forgot you

She let you go when she had caught you

She left you and the world has lost you

But you cried. You’re still alive.

Actually you’re dead.

You existed in the underdog of odds

A ridiculous, absurdly random frame

You learned the art and science of the gods

And picture this. You once had a name.