Sonnet #2

Should not we inhale air of poison,

Lay down our arms with weary sighs,

Surrender and bear the chosen

Punishment thrust upon with no proof of crime?

Cannot we find a target aimlessly,

Realize our vast faults and flaws,

Hoarding and collecting endlessly,

Leaving endless hungry maws?

Death is wished upon you and I,

A kiss to steal our souls,

Lay us down to die,

Silver chains forged over searing coals.

Forever screaming, trapped,

No way forward and no way back.