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
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