Fill Ye Cup, Oh Drowned One

 
 
Clique clique bang bang
 
The nemo crowd
nowhere
 
a lone gunman
that the lonesome wolf howls for
on lonely moon less nights
 
slip between cracks
shadow less shades
 
Every grey has a silver lining
 
Single bullet casing
shattered glass
Broken windowpain
reflected scars
refracted eyes
 
One given a rope
choice
noose
or lifeline
 
hands help
only for so long  
 
A drowning fool is surely fated  
to taste salty lungs