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.