Before the End

A sprinkle of black comedy

An ounce of fictitious smiles

And a smidge of depravity

“There he lies”

He speaks of death

Of pain and purposelessness

With such ease

“He was important to us”

Such reprieve

When he laments life

Whilst ogling his own demise

“He will not be forgotten”

It’s pitch black

The sun is lost

In this incredulous space

“He was loved”

This absurd, boundlessly cruel reality

Where we are not allowed to be

But must ‘act’

“May his soul rest in peace”

Human