Don’t you know
you are more than flesh and bone;
that your heart is more
than just rhythm and blood?
Don’t your smoking guns burn your skin
tucked neatly at you side,
or do they only make you walk away faster?
What will you be
when your flesh hangs anciently to your bones;
when your heart is hollow
of all those names you conveniently forgot;
of all the people
that were meant to fill it…….?