Swipe the leftmost victim to see how they fall

When in notion the fact that they would converse gently is too soon and too wild

I will leave you with thoughts bereft of humanity

Naive diction, though, but also, rhyme

Allow them an hour to shower a day to pray a week to peek back

At your life, in the window, to see where you match up

Or down, to go for the rest of two lives

Until slab of rock hits your head

But please, just get out of bed