The Concept of Leaving
If this were my last
Regret would be my truest friend
Soothing judgements on my brow
As she says it is the end
Kill me with my carving knife
She’s sharpening my skull
Poetry’s a morbid story
Perfect murder in a drawer
She walks me to my purgatory
Singing songs I bought from Time
He sold me his very essence
For the promise he’d get mine
Regret and Time stand side by side
While Death does reap my soul
Business man and dearest friend
When did I lose control?
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