regalia and death

You can see me

but I cannot see you

I can hear the crowd still roaring

its what all crowds now do

they have worked me to a frenzy

and stabbed me countless times

I am bleeding out like crazy

the spectacle now climbs

up into the imagination

the unsavouriness is mine

its burning and its scalding

its unendurable and a sign

that life is surely leaving me

a numbness in my heart

the spears are puling on my flesh

its just about to start

to plague me

I can’t stand this

in front of all this crowd

dying, I am dying

and I a bull, so proud

which shows you, they have no respect

no care in the world

leave me here to just fall over

as if somebody hurled

me our into the next place

where my soul must go

bloodied, injured, maimed, and broken

as all you know

its an odious conclusion

a pitiful ordeal

I am now panic stricken

for nothing can I feel

and down I go

in the hot sand

the last thing that I heard

was the roar go up from the

watching crowd

it seems I was the third

Bull to die already

another 5 to go

fighting its called fighting

but its murder as you know