Self-control is out the window
Self-contempt has no place here
Self-reliance, I can't keep it together
Self-pity, I won't shed a tear.
- - -
I tend to my breathing
For it's all I have left
I try to stretch the muscles
So I can cross the next cleft.
- - -
These are the lines
That spill forth like wine
Evoking and causing
A chain reaction...
- - -
Now is my time
To feast and to dine
On words and gestures
During these final days.
- - -
Under a spell, under the influence
I was hiding my alter ego...
Then it hit me to stop playing that game,
Become a noble with a certain credo.
- - -
These are the fines
That I'm repaying in kind
Trying to fill the gaping hole,
Make amends...
- - -
Now is my time
To admit all my crimes
Cleanse my soul
Pure, that depends...
- - -
Without you,
To read my lines
These final days
Never end.
