I'm sitting here - a gulf between
The truth and bringing you relief
As you tell me - another body succumbs to
The cancer in our genes
Just like the booze, just like the nicotine
It all wears off, runs out, to bleed into
Another casket-funeral
Render the familiar:
Elegiac trope
...supine decay...
...fester stoic grace...
...just stay...
...a little more time...
...to convince myself
You've already died
Ruminate on who's to blame
Pallbear your fading years
Self-deceive carrying this weight
After the sun is laid down
I lie, inert on the wall
Shadow play the sequences
Convince myself of their mirth;
All those sordid and austere
So called better years
Bleak in their afterglow
Look worse in your dying days
I alone am to blame
For estranging me
And in the face of your death
I alone, am the one who left