did you wake to cold killer world today
reaching hands would twist tear
while none, not one did seem to care
keyword, overarching theme – slay

sometimes against the dying dark
as the crush bears down upon lost life
and every note is woven with sad strife
all to be done is lift into sky as lark

and

sing like a fool in joy stealer’s face
laugh at the ones who would ravish grace
stand before morning’s murderous breath
then lean in and kiss away the death