Twice the price
of ill-gotten gain
hurt too many times
to ever hurt again
Ageless, timeless
stuck in a bottle
turn back time
still impossible
Books in piles
outside your door
thrown away once,
again and once more
A life behind you
death ahead
riddled with pain, loss
and bloodshed
Still, you choose
to give up your rights
for his life, his bright
for your ill bought night
It's twice the price
he can't live without
your love on his doorstep
It's an ever present drought
You're drowning in habits
of sacrifice
You give up your life
not once, not twice
It;s a race toward the end
a broken melody
His refusal to my rebuttal
My life only hurt me
My life: the tragedy