Is there no life
on man and his son
the alter ego of time
overencompasses the hills of this depression
crawl out of the way of death
the black shroud has blown off
his face is ever present in a mind
of a young sibling reaching for security
Lost in a clutter of lies
challenge the truth of our serenity
I have looked and have seen my parents dying
calling my name, but I am not there
My mind is on something else as I slowly watch them
As I slowly watch them take their last breath of air
I feel no remorse as I pull his heart out of his chest
I am a butcher, but I don’t consider myself a butcher
I am a cleanser of souls, they deserved to die
I am God – giver and taker of life and I will live forever
Because I loved them and that makes it okay