Loneliness and bitterness at the end of life.
I thought you knew what you would say.
I thought you knew what you would do.
After all these years ignored and sad,
How could this bitterness surprise you?
Wipe dry your eyes and glue them shut.
Silence your mouth and make no fuss.
After all those tears of misplaced trust,
Your charms have turned to rust.
So do like all the others have.
Panic, like all the others do.
After all those years in blind pursuit,
You can’t control what’s chasing you.
Alas, implore the ghosts around your bed.
Enemies of friends remain.
As they gather to take your breath,
Loneliness, it’s only for the sane.