The end of myself
         That old guy

Dusted off

And put back on the shelf

Like an old bible that sits
             On the nightstand
             Waiting to be read

When the tragedies amount

How many more pages
            Need to be there
           For it to count

The end of the story
I said with the worry
It would never end well

Whatever was real
Accounts for the deal
I never made with the devil
                      Or anyone else

The end of myself
Begins a new failure
Ending the old hell
With a new saviour
To tell me
I came to the end of myself

For my health