Cruel fate, who delivereth unto me
These spare moments, long past
A life flashed, briefly
Lost, in this vast purgatory
Betwixt acceptance and emptiness
Where the tick-tock of a pocketwatch
Counts seconds at a fraction of speed
The mighty pendulum swings
Strapped at wrist and ankle, I await
Accusers and audience peer through the worn wood
Of a coffin dressed as a home, emptied to the bare bones
The stars gaze neutral, a fraction of them
At least, lost like I
In the black purgatory of the mind
The terrible pendulum swings
And I, a man long past rage
And regret, long past love, descend
Into the breach, a shadow, a shell
Nay, an unmanned vessel, by now
Drifting along the midnight sea
Oh, merciful death, I beg you not grant me
A further second, cut swiftly
My dearest pendulum, swing
Sever from me life, let me suffer not
This disservice, of drawing one breath too many
One more heartbeat, that times not a verse
You, my dear death, have taken my words
Yet hesitate to carry away the worst
My lovely pendulum, swing lower
'Til you've introduced yourself to the core of me
Let me not wager a single regret
'Fore I fall asleep.
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