Safety Matches

I’m going on a merciful massacre

To a peaceful war zone

Where the sun shines darkly

In a clear yet low hung sky.

I’ll climb a crowded runway

Beneath a wingless plane

Tasting the absent screams

Which a single soul emits.

I’ll drink a prescribed poison

And hope it kills me slow

‘Cause it’s such a broken day

And I feel like the pain

Of living to see us die.

 

But no need to fret:

I’ll be sure to take

My safety matches.