The Life of My Demise

I am a wandering doe Where shall I go? I will ponder on these thoughts That are tied in knots I have nowhere to be But only be me The life of my demise Me, myself and I With all these thoughtless lies When will I know From the very tips of this bow I feel like a complete naught Where will I be taught? The life of my demise Hits me at my knees It forms in the shape of a ‘t’ Like a cross I am at a loss For words which are mine Where will we dine? The life of my demise The final saying That will be playing Is of course what I sigh The life of my demise