Another lost basis of honor,
Failed mediums of drive,
A staccato rhythm of boots,
And the pending crinkle of the chains.
I wish you miserable excuses for people would leave me alone.
Just to be with myself and the few I love.
Instead, you force your fears into my comfy world,
And here I sit again…holding on by my nails and bated breath.
Stay the fuck away.
I’m sick of you,
The snap is going to be sharp and intense.
I’d beg you.
But you’d probably ignore it anyway.
So let me hold you close.
Into the abyss we can fall together.