Perhaps a curse
Does a bullet know the fate
The fate of the deer
The dear head it
It is to end
And a conductor will surely know
Surely know after
After the sweet crunch
A fish doesn't care
Doesn't care that the flesh
The flesh its fed sunk
Sunk from the heaven
Only who does?
Surely not the soul
Soul left long
Long before I died
Perhaps no one
No one's god would care
Would care that my breath
Is gone
Breath they never drew
So how will it matter
Will it matter?
A poem format I've been playing around with in my head for a while
If you haven't caught on the last line of creates the first few words or so of the next line
Kinda cool I think