These days,
my dream to live for the end
seems realized.
Sometimes,
I still wish it might all be a dream-
my entire life.
When push comes to shove,
nice guys do finish last.
It's those who terrify that win.
So now, I'm gone for a year,
for two, for however long it takes
till the fear is gone.
The only one I trust and
who holds me to keep me safe?
Well, he's gone for now.
The tears are not voluntary today-
they hang snugly in both eyes
and fall slowly,
waiting for me to make a false move...
with the twist of this head
they leap to my neck.