It's down to me, the last of a dying breed
A warrior's heart in an incapable body longing to be freed
I'm feeling it; it's started to take its toll.
Keep pushing forward till the heads start to roll
I write therefore I am not;
There is no heroine in this horrendous plot.
You want to see pathetic, look right into my face.
I'm the manifestation of everything wrong with this fucked up place.
Mind to paper, the words just flow.
The world may never know
One day I'll show them all;
For once I will stand while they consequently fall
I have all day to just sit here and cry,
because my whole life is a lie.
I'm getting pretty good at this, I'm gaining tenure.
End each day with a prayer for triumph and an ode to failure.