another cost

I scream for reason from the storm

she says there’s been none all along

and though the headlines never cease

at least in ignorance there’s peace

I scream for reason but she’s gone

don’t cry but keep the cameras on

theres so much content to be made

you’re looking too good for the grave

perhaps my sense of self is lost; just how much might another cost?

what can I do for anyone if I despise what I’ve become?