Martyrs and Maniacs
December 11, 2012
Before I’ve come undone
Before it’s all over
Before there’s nothing left
Before I’m gone
Tell me something
Something worth my time
Time to say what’s right
Right before my eyes
Before I’m taken
Before I’m lost
Before I’m empty
Before I’m dead
Save me from my lies
Lies just make things wrong
Wrong path chosen
Chosen out of grief
After my last chance
After my last breath
After I fall
After I die
Don’t hate the world for long
Long live the idea not the man
Man has a time to die
Die with grace
After my eyes close
After my heart stops
After the dirt falls
After I’m buried
Keep in your heart the love
Love and let that guide
Guide you from the disaster of
Of Martyrs and Maniacs
About the Creator
Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)
Storyteller writing fiction, poetry, and essays inspired by resilience, curiosity, and the complexities of being human. Every piece is an invitation to reflect, imagine, and grow.
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also become a paid subscriber, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.