Fatal Blow

life's beginning Anew. Dreams suffocate chasing the extinction of a canceled tomorrow. Mysterious Apparitions of yesterdays faces Appearing on pages incites rages. Of what could have been. Uncouth tactics, games continue to be played while the towel I through in waves in the turmoil. Whose turn is it to feel the twist of the knife. Or to see the blood of a neck you've saved. Pretentious and desperate nooses wait for enabled bodies to swing from fruitless trees. Sirens roar as they drive slowly to save victims of suicide. Never meant to be, but are. Species impassioned for want of attention. Lacking the ear for opening melodies. A stranger, A whore in their past life Walks barefoot in my big shoes prints. Picking up my discarded towel. And finishes the game unscathed.