Near-sighted subjects scurry
Like rats through paper waste
Clawing at the exits
Paling at the thought of numbered days
Some worn out mirror
Starving for an unfamiliar face
All flesh divided
Whether hell awaits or heavens break
So I waste the last of my witching hours
Scoring from dead dogs down the alleyways
Just the crow-feet counters for company
To set the world to rights
I need a break from being reborn again
My body just can't take being thrown away
Will my hesitation marks make the grade
Or am I doomed to being saved?
I'm not your chosen animal
No longer your fatal flaw
Not tasked with minding my rotting core
These aren't your sins to pay for
You spend a lifetime chasing fate
Slowly gaining on your future grave
Only stop to mourn the battles lost
All the words that I have failed to say
All the love I've lost to history
All forgotten once I pay the cost