The Final Phase
The final phase of my resting place.Life's masquerade is over and all my deeds are unmasked. I'm drowning in deceit.
The well wishers have nothing to say and all other voices have ceased. I comb the sands of time in my mind searching for a better me.
In the hours glass reflection the truth is clearly seen.
There is no better me just a broken atrocity.
Curling back into the fetal position I am all thats left. No one will answer my calls of distress.
Should have loved instead of watching them bleed.
Should have given instead of stealing their seed.
A madman who for you never cared. Now is begging you to be rescued but fair is fair.
With all my remorse to the grave I will go. It can never cover the darkness there or save my soul.
And with my last breath only this I have to say,
'Please make amends before your final phase.'
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