No Magic

Burning eyes, red incased
Leak flames of pain onto her face
Numbed into silence despite the rage
Help her quit the human race

Make it easy, make it quick.
Don’t let them hurt too much—
It matters not—
No pain intended.

Little bird upon the ground
Below the nest—no help around.
She picks it up; sets within—
Then climbs the tree with rope to limb
And falls finally, forever

“Selfish,” cannot stop the train
wreck the plan or spare the sane

Story truth can only go so far;
Sometimes truth will kill you.

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