there's grace in all humanity, but like a dog you've lost everyones faith, by the pain of self pity came outward disgrace, while you become time's eternal slave.
for now heads above water, but there's lead in your shoes, as youre always observing the lines. drawn out step by step in the sand where once slept a great ego, kept fed by your pride.
now you're patiently waiting for them to be crossed, like a snake youve coiled yourself to spring but your bite will not spite anyone but yourself, as the poison's already in your veins.
if you must poison yourself in order to pass on the poison, at what point does that risk become worth the while?