boom.

it's strange, this condition.
have we been complacent in our ignorance,
our arrogance?

when its over, what then?
the end of tyranny, the end of hate
the end of love.

i never wanted this,
none among us truly we would.
but alas, here we stand,
staring into the eyes of a horrid fate,
constructed by us all.

are you dead?
bound and gagged
you live still
ravaged and bleeding out,
maybe we have time
my poor cold love
don't let it end.