U1

Eventually lonely,
With all the music
Only one exit
Where I can flee.

Back in a couple
Minutes are ours,
Last second’s up:
Bitter or sour.

Felt good though,
Change on my mind
For a lifetime:
Hell or death row.

I lit it all too late,
It burned away,
Just left a trace
Of smoky grey.

Big sucking head
On light shoulders,
I know it rests
On the others’.

Ruining fortune,
A man complains,
All loud and rude,
Pathetic pain.

It’s a good thing
To kill the wounded,
I point the sins,
You start counting.

An explosion?
Lottery winner?
Armageddon?
No, wet firecracker.

AcrobatMan

good one