I truly hope that I live long
And get to tell a happy tale.
I fear death not because I’m sane,
But because people would miss me.
Love for me is a siren’s song:
It draws me in just to derail
My life, a barreling freight train,
Like God is trying to diss me.
Tell me, Dear Reader, am I wrong
To sit and cry and write and wail?
Every day in so much pain,
I just want someone to kiss me.
Paris to New York to Hong Kong,
So many ships of love to sail.
But none could love this modern Cain,
This dark, fallen man that is me.
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 12:24 PM UTC
I truly hope that I live long
And get to tell a happy tale.
I fear death not because I’m sane,
But because people would miss me.
Love for me is a siren’s song:
It draws me in just to derail
My life, a barreling freight train,
Like God is trying to diss me.
Tell me, Dear Reader, am I wrong
To sit and cry and write and wail?
Every day in so much pain,
I just want someone to kiss me.
Paris to New York to Hong Kong,
So many ships of love to sail.
But none could love this modern Cain,
This dark, fallen man that is me.
Didn't realize there was a song by the same name (by a band I like too lol)
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