ONE BLOODY MURDER

PART ONE:
NOW

a name is what you call yourself
when no one else knows
what to make of you.

with it, you’ll pretend
that you know
what to make of yourself.

it’ll come with ease
on your deathbed,
as though there has never been
anything and anybody else,
as though it has always
belonged to you.

you are a boy with a dark heart
and a darker soul.
you mourn your name
because no one else will.