Exit Wound
Entry.
Smile and waving
Where the cells seem to
Work, run, split, and die
The charades become the object of their deep rage
Bewildered and hysterical
Delusional and confused
Falling slowly, a crowd of masses
Hands reach over to you
Pretending to make everything okay
Values seem to explode out of control
As your limbs stay locked
This is the reason
Where masses hum and cry
Chosen not for your gain, but for the enjoyment of them
False tears
Lying words of unheard cries
In a failed attempt to mask the pain
But all raise their hands
And smile and wave, just as you have done
You have been the reason
The event
Why the hopeless have celebrated
You’ve taken
We’ve taken back
Brain. Matter. Explode.
Exit.