She's not a shy bird,
builds an army of the disillusioned.
Fleshy sacrifices. Don't hold back,
pull every trigger,
pull every pin,
drop every bomb,
swing every blunt object
in the house if you have to.
I'll be right here waiting.
This isn't new to me;
after you lose your name,
after you lose your pride,
and after you lose your purpose,
losing your body seems to be
in line on a continuity.
Seems trivial.
Easy.