Killing for company

I saw
the police lines
crawling through your face
like a dead body
swimming in the sea
you were the tattoed grace
on a sailor's chest
you were the red flower
on an afghan field
you were the light of god
in my veins.

Scattering dreams
gaping scars
in the white curtain of reality
shows end
spectators leaving
i want my money back.

Some
are killing for company
some are killing
to be left all alone.

I always told you
you have a choice
but never said
it's a good one.