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.