Again a round

A round,

Another shot.

A cry in pain,

And simple gestures.

Left in mind,

In solace.

We cry,

I cry for you.

This seemingly endless sorrow.

I'll never know,
A companion, till the end.

It's soft and subtle,

This new game's end.

A shot in the round.

Chambers filled,

With compassion and lead.

A sneaking,

Creeping darkness.

Filled with ice,

And chill.

There is no beginning,

Only an end.