Maybe I’ve forgotten
The name and the address
Of everyone I’ve ever Known
It’s nothing I regret.
– Regret, New Order
I murdered all the friends of my first life
My old comrades in shared delusion
Starved them of oxygen
by recanting old exhalations
And sawed through their truths
With a blunt-toothed betrayal
Left them wondering if
They ever knew me at all
They knew me
But that me withered on a barren tree
Where reason was nailed
While dogma looked on
Cheering hollowly in counterfeit triumph
Pyrrhic victories in the end times
They kept asking where I’d gone
But I was too gone to care
So, they shot off their arrows and one by one
Fell silent as the graves they’d dug.
Words and image are my own.