When all the days you’ve left to spend
Turn left and left and left again
The circle is made and finally a hell
To roam around, a prison cell.
With razors, claws, you scratch the eyes
Of life and love to your demise,
And joke to hide away the pain
The malcontent, encumbered refrain.
A hateful heart, it tricks and fools
Those who stuck it out past the ridicule.
With ease, a game! you throw the dice
And grind under heel those who paid your price.
One day you’ll wake and about you survey
The ruins of hearts you’ve thrown away.
Splendid! What fun! Your mouth ashout,
As ssshhht, through the glass, your grains run out.
But here you stand, feet wide, askance
And slowly turn that reeling dance.
Lips asneer, upturned, to the bitter taste
Of the tiny gift you’ve laid to waste.