it’s the accidental martyr
that’s seeped into these veins
the one who died
doing what he believes in
giving air to ones that were dying
for something bigger than them
something beyond one man
it’s the one that’s settled deeper in disguise
giving breath to almost rotten dreams
giving birth to new movement in the same old feat
it’s the second death
that’s brought me back
in a second death
is another life’s first stab