Enough Said
The end is coming fast, I'm almost in its grasp,
aghast, so short of breath, running from
death, he's on my heels, too late to kneel and pray,
nothing left to say, anyway, been dead
inside for most of the ride, tried to hide,
tried to know joy, briefly when he was a boy,
gonna' miss my kids, and my twin-soul, leave a big hole,
took him for a ride, took him
inside, better to have loved and lost, despite the cost, I guess,
so depressed, the secret
that I've kept
from our marriage bed is that... I'm already dead, 'nough said.
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