Mr. Man with the warhead
Please just leave us a little spot
Where we can sleep-in
We are Spartan children
Left out in the rain with only wolves to befriend
Are we dead?
Only alive in our heads?
When all that's left is darkness
And mighty men in bunkers
With their heads buried in their hands
All us ashen lovers cradled in the bellies
Of our own worst endings
Are you there?
Is this real yet?
It's a losing proposition
Too weak
Too scared
Too lost too
It is such a bad ending
A made for TV movie
Load of basic bullshit
Am I dead?
Was I ever alive?
Am I only real
In your head?
All my life