We
lost
ourselves
while thinking
too long and hard down
the barrel
of the
gun
as
our
fears
rang out
loud and clear –
those bells still tolling –
locked, loaded,
and on
edge,
bound
here,
to
this spot,
waiting for
the sirens to stop
wailing so
we could
all
go
home
and
try to
once again
cry ourselves to sleep.

We will see
who's left
come
dawn...