A Lament of John

Stones have been here since the dawn of time. They’ve seen everything and have still stood. Stones have built humanity’s rhyme And they’ve done nothing but good.

I saw a knife today And I stood and gazed At the blade. I felt a connection To the complexion Of that blade of non-affection. I disassociated and started to stare At the wall full of nothing but air And thought of my throat tear.

Death