Crash and Burn

Carve out my insides and leave me bare
for the vultures to consume
Let them claw, rip, peck and tear
until there’s nothing left to exhume

Crush my bones beneath your heels
till I am but a pile of dust
This movie’s over, end of the reel
I surrender myself to the Reaper’s trust

My broken armour should remain where it lies
dented metal, dried blood and all
It’s this soldier’s time to die
and my armour shall serve as a reminder:
Even those who stand strongest-
crawl on hands and knees longest-
break down at last.
And even saviours, “Angels”…
…eventually fall.