i have many years left,
you have been convicted of theft,
of my only glory years,
blurry with the gory tears,
and soon i'll be free,
i'll be free to breathe,
to be my own person,
don't know how you could worsen,
my mood,
please don't intrude,
i'll count the minutes to glory,
no longer will i hear you in my auditory,
blooded tears,
and a million casketed fears,
don't know how much longer i can withhold,
fingers frozen from the agony of a cold,
suffering, suffering, my mind is suffering,
buzzing, bracing, my mind is buffering,
