I live in filth
With the realization
That coffee cans and coffins
Are all we’ll ever amount to.
All the things we never got around to;
The beginning was always
That much sweeter than the end.
The regrets -- the love we never gave,
The letter the mailman never saw us send.
A lifetime flies by,
Like my life flashes before my eyes
Every time the match is lit
To burn another smoking cigarette.
What if we never lived, and now that we’re dead
We don’t have half a shot?
Out, damned spots in my memory
Of the things I could have done
If I had been there to hold you --
If I had been there to read you my words
And listen to your eloquent, dying reply.
Did you have to die alone?
I’m glad I don’t know,
For if you did,
I would barely be able to breathe.
I have shed more tears
The past ten days
Than ever in my life
That I just began to live.
To the fullest!
To the end!
My wish to die young is second guessed
As I realize: all bad things come in threes:
Two down and one to go,
Just don’t let it be him,
And please, anybody but me.
I fear the unknown,
What I do not know,
What I haven’t seen;
Frightened by love,
Oh please, do not hurt me,
‘Cause if you do,
The third thing might just be me.