the last man

why do i suck?

before my eyes close

for one last time

i imagine there will be clapping

and cheers of hate.

i will voluntarilly slide

my wrists

into razor lined shackles

brought forth

by trusted faces.

grinning skulls

will invite me to dance

in their chorus line of despair.

i seek the book of life,

but find only pages

screaming forbidden.

i lie down in a field

so vampires

can drain my body.

in the distance

i hear salvation...