Glimpse the high ground

as it washes over you

in a flood of despair and self loathing.



Watch as it comes time to plea

for your life, for your own self pity

to pour forth from those around you as it does

from you almost constantly.



Hear them jeer and moan

as they dance the merry less dance

of your untimely death yet to come by non-humble ways and means.



What to do, what to do?

What remains to be done now?

Simply wash it all away

with your hopes and dreams sent where they may.



For within these, your last days,

engulfed shall become those things which might of tried and saved you

with a type of lack less luster you shall never again make shine.