One solitary pebble asleep on a beach
one last twinkling star no one can reach
one perennial impression we know we can trust
one vision of beauty turned fetid by lust

One militant soldier called to the fight
one hopeless wrong we tried to make right
one delicate child left out in a storm
one broken promise lying withered and torn

One final encounter allowed on this earth
one act of bravery bestowed at our birth
one courageous second beginning to rust
I'll always be just a creature of dust!

Glass ball rotates in gypsy hands
Fortunes told of master plans
yet darkness looms behind the cloak
Untruths in words she never spoke

Laughter crackles from hollow holes
Sights unseen in distinctive roles
Light appears then dims to shade
The jagged edge of a lovers blade

She twists the cards and they reveal
The saddened loss of last appeals
Hangman, Magus, Prince of wands
Shackles tied in tireless bonds

Blatant hurt from heathen cry
Today I choose the time to die
Credence blurts it last farewell
The journey begins out of hell....

I'm eluding my colours and fading to black
I've come to the cross-roads
there's no turning back
I'm lost in this hell
this concept of me
This painful desire to set myself free!

What are the choices that I should have made?
Why didn't I listen
to the life that I craved?
When will I realise this was all meant to be
this withering, lifeless
body of me?

How did I get here?
and why did I go?
When did my laboured breaths
become achingly slow?
Why didn't I listen?
or pretend that I see?
How can I be living this dying of me?