The cost of lives is not counted by me here,
you count with your head, inside your head i mean
a maze meant to meander through your brain
explosive trauma emits into your blood but that is counted
as they test you
what is your blood count
what is your blood type
what is your blood pressure
as if you keep watch
like you do over time.
I’m a factor of X
but I never want the X factor.
No, I never want to shed tears
instead I want my blood that bled the same as the dead and dying
to not stain the poppies laid on this battlefield
but travel to a place of peace
Where heavy secrets I take to my imagined grave.
for I would rather be scattered like poppy seeds flying high as if you can taste the opium swallowed down the addict’s throat dying of thirst
than kill for your glory-
set me free from Blasphemy
I am spiritual and believe the devil’s are all here.