Losing ambition.
Forgetting to kindle the
Eternal furnace.
"Till death do us part."
Twenty years I've washed your shirts.
Where were you last night?
there will be no one
to play the exception, to
prove the rule true
Eight legs, cunning mind
Web of death helped by disguise
Glad I'm not a fly
My odds are against me
It's only a matter of time
BRCA1 owns me
Porcelain skin,
Crafted by Satan,
Blink, blink.
Wind, blowing loudly.
Destruction everywhere, true.
Tornado...oh my!
I disappear here,
No longer real and solid,
I fade away now.