All Cried Out

Ain't got no more tears

Dry

Expending all my hoarded ammo

Won't be buyin' more

Watchin' real knife attacks on the 'net

Adjusting my hand defense skill sets

Lookin' to revive the spiritual self

A zombie walkin' start is acceptable

Twenty thirteen

Could be good
Could be bad
Could be I don't see the end of it

Who can know these things


I do know I fear a mortal end
Less and less
Day after day

A man's heart
Any man's heart
Can only take a finite amount of abuse

Betrayal of trust
Trust in fellow man (and woman)
Trust in governing bodies (duly elected)
Trust in one's better judgement (see the scars)

Any man's heart
This man's heart
Beaten past tender
Beaten past pulp

Beaten until it don't beat no more