283 – Kamikaze redemption

The first,
The last,
The only one.

There was never
A way out,
But you already
Knew that.

No hidden doors,
No secret passage,
Nothing but static
Behind cold eyes.

No room for madness,
No guilt or remorse.
Deafening silence
Drowning your mind.

A whispered scream
Poured over ice,
The smell of whiskey
Groping the night.

No peace,
No comfort,
No place to hide.

A meat dive-bomber
Shredding the sky.
A hurling fireball
Willing to die.

Pull up!
Not here,
Not yet,
Not now.

Sit down,
Push “mute”,
Breathe deep…
Come back.

You’re still alive.