gone again

dead poets collectively cry in graves

buried in works gone wrong

by poorly educated fools

called humans

sobs drown out the bitterness

addressing the victim in all that

is just

- desserts for the one who bites

- poison for the one who dreams

Dare to care and see how far you'll be flung onto another course,

you'll believe again

and i'll sing another chorus

here i am another day

today goes by and im fading away

slice, dice, off the edge

.gone by tomorrow.