The Ritual

The Ritual

I never stood a chance.
Lost life at first glance.
Wielding stone to bone.
Flesh.
Mind.
Christ.
Alone.

At the thought that all this matters.
Ritual: a dream that shatters.
Others, like they care.
Others are aware.

Dreams of heat in cold,
as evil takes a hold.
Not that all this matters.
Ritual: a dream that shatters.

Waking up at dawn.
Eyes closed, weapon drawn.
Not that all this mattered.
First last dance, and brains are scattered.