Cold Black Stare

Each of us live our own lives. We don't recognize what we take for granted. Each time one of us dies. We're reminded of the times we wished we hadn't. I can see the cold black stare on your face. I can hear your voice one last time. It's a devastating blow to the human race. Without a chance to give mine. Your life is on playback. Keep repeating. Maybe you'll get the life you've always wanted. Keep dreaming. You'll probably just wonder. Most likely. The voices are like thunder. That's more like it. Eyes roll back. Temporary dreaming. Shake and shiver. Isolated breathing. Touch and sliver. That is what I'm needing. I can't deliver. Look at me I'm bleeding. Blackened eyes staring me down. No face to identify who you are. Controlling from the top to the ground. No shred of decency in your heart. Terrified by the anger. Unlucky to say the least. I hope I can manage. I've become a part of the feast.