Splitting hairs, short and long,
about the final days.
Who will win, who will love,
Who will see.

Smarting blows, words purple and black
leaving gun shot wounds to the head.
Permanent stone, only destroyed by
distorted memory. Sticks and
stones batter dead bones,
never left in cessation,
can't win.
"Selfish, weak, foolish."
Ignored, helpless, hopeless, alone.

Splitting hairs to find the blame,
one sided mirrors are lies.