Oh how you've haunted and impoverished my life.
Every battle, every ache, and every strife.
You latched like a lychee on my desires.
The ability to unhook you, I did not acquire.
I'll extend my own exile, if it pushes me to.
My days are numbered, soon my time will be due.
I'm good at wasting my life away.
On the edge of my seat, I anticipate that sacred day.
My self liberation will disintegrate like ashes in a tray.
Agitated I will remain like finding a needle in hay.
The shining star awaits impatiently for me.
unbeknownst, the path I've taken has fogged up so no one can see.
Oh how you'd love to prance about around my grave.
Will that truly pleasure you, is it the satisfaction you crave?
We lived as if a magnet was secretly attached to us.
Do you want to waste what's left by putting me under the bus?
How will you go on, could you actually stay strong?
I won't waste my life trying to take back what was taken away.
My blurry eyes won't surrender to the brutal night, for I will stray.
If you thought doing this would fix me, good luck with that.
You've overstayed your welcome, please turn towards the doormat.
For now, my eyes have dried off painful tears and past memories.
I will face on finding solitude in the ambience of cemeteries.
Oh how my mind drifts ever so slowly into the numbing pain of existence.
I'm left here to feed off of the destructiveness of persistence.
I'm betting on the fact that you'll stay far away.
I'll pray that we'll never meet any other day.
Farewell to you, the generator of my pain.
Till we meet in another life, you have nothing left to gain.
