Lets do this
before the fire fight.
Hard, piercing eyes
blindfolded.
Awaiting time to
show one
the
way
to where they
came from.
Final moments flash
pseudo-relief.
This is all just
a trip down
an unfamiliar road.
The wait
is worse than
the event.
This isn't Heavens gate.
Thunderous
black heat
for
cold blood.
White hot reminders
piercing
through tired spirit.
The past breeds
tainted memories.
It's empty when
the world ends.
Lets do this.