sorenbarrett

Fate

Final gag of hope, as they cinch up the rope, feet twitch in the dock

A fall from grace, Hickok\'s ace, outlined with chalk

To sit on your hands, when the audience stands, because of doubt

To know, that it\'s only a show, when the dimming lights go out

How it seems, to wake from dreams, when a nightmare leaves

The relief, from plummeting grief, when your child cries and breaths

Blood to spill, graves to till, atrocity magnified

Words chill, answers kill, curiosity satisfied

When the deal, won\'t cover your meal, what\'s the price of a kiss?

Virtue gone, when maggots spawn, was Judas remiss?