Alone again I am,
in this wood-paneled room
Where sounds flit around my ears,
Where shadows begin to loom.
The clock has yet to strike on twelve
'Perhaps it's late," I think,
when two loud clangs interrupted my thoughts,
my heart began to shrink.
To think that I would be them soon,
those empty, line-grooved walls
Cease to shake, cease to wake,
cease to answer your call.
I had a certain confidence,
what I said would soon come true--
when escape was found and I could crawl
through tunnel and tunnel through.
What a life to leave,
What a life to pay!
For sins and for blood,
overdue for doomsday.
If I'm lucky I shall depart this world
with few words and maybe one lie,
but pray, tell me, who would care--
but for me, myself, and I?
