Man Down
The Pine Box Awaits
Got dust on my keyboard
And the kitchen’s a big mess
I sit here drinking, just under the sword
About to cash it in, I confess
The chips have been pushed in
The bet has been made
Nothing left but to count the sins
My final bricks have been laid
It’s much too late for goodbyes
And I’ve fucked them up before
They brought laughter, tears and mostly lies
Through many hearts I have torn
Regrets pile up in a fire I need to stoke
Waiting for air and a new flaming life
But that rewind button is broke
Rejuvenation, going back, only brings more strife
Looking back, looking forward; an utter waste of time
My neck can only look down
While I fortify with a glass of wine
In its crystal tomb, I prepare to drown
When a man collapses and fails
It is never a pretty sight
The weight, the pressure, the windless sails
All explain his soul’s urban blight
When the mirror simply cracks at first glance
A man’s fate is written in the sand
With nothing left but to fall on his lance
His last call, that final scene, death can be so bland
No dramatics are left, the scabbard is bare
Time to accept this silly fate
Though we strive and even deign to dare
Seemingly always…a few minutes too late
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