Last night
It won't be long
Hitting the sack
All's but gone

Hardly vermin
That which you call in-depth thought
Lower than your so-called
Affiliation with faith
Of any kind

I do not pity you
Merely do I claim
With each quantum step
You come closer to death

And yet, there is no light
Aside from that of a brightly lit end
When I will sit, waiting
For the shockwave to crush me
Head against wall
Hitting hard

At least I'll have the comfort of knowing
I wasn't the guy
At the Pentagon bridge