Dead on Route Guano

Bright red hair fighting against plain white masks

Soulless vampires fighting for a soulless company

Against angry teenagers with masks of their own

Cast in bright yellows and blues

Violent colors a rebellion 

Against the checkerboard of black and white

That have taken over the city

A rebellion against the dark eyeliner 

That had once been a rebellion itself

A voice over a crackling radio

Announcing the names of the dead

And hidden in the fictionalized names

Said not out loud but in the shadows they cast

Losing themselves in the stage lights

The death of a band to the hungry hands

Of the industry that made them

And the never ending pressing to bleed themselves dry

The lies of suffering for your craft

Fiction and reality blending together

As they are taken out to a backroad

And shot point blank

Found dead out on Route Guano