I am so damn tired, utterly weary,
Too much I never said, will never say, can't pay,
Even these rhymes leave me bleary,
Get on your knees and pray, they say,
Perhaps I should revisit the dank wet corners,
Of my turbulent faith, mildly infuriating,
Like the prayers never answered,
While I still smell the perfumes of my old lovers,
Swirling winds brings memories, all daunting,
Of the boy I once was, who is now diligently battered,
By the unfair hands of time,
Left with blood and grime, some of mine,
Then of others, whose names I'd forgotten,
Yet whose faces seem to follow the new me,
Whose suffering reminds me of how,
I'd tried and failed to save,
A reminder of...