the good ones

        we have to die,
    right? i mean
            it's not enough
            NEVER ENOUGH
            to long for
            it, no, ask
            — demand it-
            body-rotting
are you happy then?
    street-lined bodies
        serving rotted faces
giving living starving
        you have everything
        YOU TOOK EVERYTHING
    let one of us live, allow
        just one of us to live

We can't go on like this,
can't keep demanding this
from you, believing you
will ever change. You won't.
There is no hope for us,
there's nothing anyone can do
to make this hurt a little
less. We have to kill, or
fight, or something. God —
it feels impossible.
    I have to stay alive.