I have wandered too long with my chin held high; I'm too proud to face the new day. It's been too long since the last tear dried, too many poems written in dismay.
Many leagues I have traveled, traveled away from your treason - and all of it seems was for cost. And many nights have I slumbered, slumbered alone for no reason - reaching for hands that are now to me lost.
I have been telling this story for so many years; it is almost as if I am blind. It has been listened to by too many ears, there's no part of my soul left to find.
I mourn for my plight, plight I've been unable to mend - which retrospectively leaves me a cur. And I mourn for my honor, honor that has been like my friend - lost now for I sold it to her.
....and then I sigh....
So I confess to this, that which I am; a pathetic man that lives for a sham. I loathe the world and I hate my mistakes, I shatter and hurl as I beg for heartaches. So when I cry, as I do it seldom; but when I do, I inhale deadly venom. I shock my senses and break the earth's crust; I swing for the fences and step in front of a bus. I see my life as a burning inferno, I see her laughing at this tragic crescendo. What more do I need? What proof must I gain? What part must I divorce to rid myself this pain? Love is indeed a burning fire, nothing in the future to which I will aspire...
