Twenty Six

Pillows furl beneath the sky, death brings no easy due, even where you lie, who cares what is fake, it comes for you too, fire burns in the grate, something deep inside, not just an ordinary blue, makes you want to scythe, those who come too late, say not me you fool, who are you to ordinate, however hard you try, love is not immune, don't tell me how to cry, dying's when you castigate, those who care for you, whatever you do walk away, these troubled nights, that bring bad news, a hundred questions why, as if you knew.