Last Chance to make me believe
All of which you have conceived.
Every word a noble try
But never have my eyes kept dry
The words lost in mind and space
And yet I dare not the problem face,
For I wish to stay in the more pleasant past
Because at least I'll know the words will last
Seeing now I'm no longer adored
Proves the worth of the words you've conjured.
So lay I here with death the stakes
praying that he my life do take.
