Maybe It's Time

An inch there
An inch here
A stench left to polute
A trench left to trap

A finger there
A finger here
A ringer set off
A singer let off

Maybe it's time to consider a shoulder to cry on?
Or a neck to be cut?

An envelope to leave unopened
An antelope to leave bleeding out

Maybe it's time to consider a head?
To be put on a plate
And served as a last meal

-Naytica-