it is beautiful

Maybe we can all hold hands
when the bloodletting is over
maybe we can look each other in the eye
as we wring the blood from our clothes
there's a place
where we can all be happy
but it's not here
and it's not now
there's an end coming
my heart races for it
and my mind stumbles toward it
there will be no
great and prolonged suffering
no truces, no lies
just the end of my tragic world
and no one but me
to witness it
I've determined there will be
no whimpering ending
no crying and no pain
just a split-second blip of fire and noise
the final exclamation for
every question I've ever had

and is it beautiful in our eyes?