Wherever I go, there too shall be grief.

Vacant praise for her hollow man.
Such poise.
What loyalty.
What elegance.
Inspired lust in a languid tongue.

So I burned the bridge she'd have taken to leave.
Each one.
She's all I have left.
C'est la vie.
C'est la vie.
.
The more it spreads the closer I come.
off behind your
Where we consummate in the presence of none.
weight don't
For the violent and endless stream
spineless yet supporting
Of charmless that are harming me.
.
From the cradle to the grave it has been a walk of shame.
What did you think that your absence could bring, old friend?
My heart, it burns with cavities.
A slur couldn't rouse the sadness I've seen.
Look close.
That beauty is life and she's with me.
Flaunted indifference is cheap cologne.
Actor, you speak of me in formal tones.
To the gutless dogs that have cried mutiny.
Know this: marooned with grief, I'm richer than kings.
From the cradle to the grave it has been a walk of shame.
.
I am dead.
What is one less worm?
Seconds off of a prisoner's term?
This is hell.
You brought a candle to burn?
I am death.
And you have marked my words.
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