Iron-60
"It’s in my blood—evidence of what’s hurt me."
I put my faith within the stars,
But they deceive me as to what they are.
If I take a moment and study what radiates,
I believe that truth might begin to illuminate.
It’s within these sights that I fear I’ll die,
As too many novae have met my eye.
I feel the breeze and the grass in my toes,
But all goes numb as I fear they’ll explode.
I look around me and ponder if it’s obvious.
That before destruction rages they can see what’s godless.
But no matter how much I study their shine,
I become more convinced it’s all asinine.
Perhaps it’s just me that can’t see the con.
Coincidence can’t account for their spawn.
Either I’m flawed or luckless down to my core.
So before I explode I should warn you of gore.
It’s in my blood—evidence of what’s hurt me.
I fucking hate him for what I’m too dumb to see.
For him it seems fine, but it’s true that he tricked me.
And now my veins course with iron-60.