Should I be gone tomorrow if my being has run its course -
A mind confined to caged in skin and basking in remorse
Should self hatred and pity take its toll on empty hearts
I fear what ever fault I am is prepared to embark
On a journey through the pain and bliss I allowed to control
Every broken primal movement taken hostage by my soul
I won’t be missed, only dismissed as love that I might take
It burns through me to think it, but no worthy heart would break