Avant-Garde (Redux)

We have never felt this way
About any of the things in our path
But we must move on

To the next chapter
Where we stand
Side by side with death

Never felt so indifferent
While standing with our own

The meat upon my back
Never looked so fresh

From a standing viewpoint
That was your knife

I hope you know that i gave
This all I had

But here I stand
The need to overcome
Let’s hope this story
Will help me move on

As this chapter now ends
We can smile again
As this story burns

This is Avant-Garde