There was a gun in his eyes,
and a grenade at his feet.
Look,
a revolution,
a throat stuffed with dead flowers.
What a host.
This party,
insane and arcane;
someone will die tonight.
On this street,
lungs blazing,
badges traded for adrenaline.
Once upon a time,
a lady,
checking my vital signs.
Before that,
I was just a sleeping thing.
