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?
Eight legs, cunning mind
Web of death helped by disguise
Glad I'm not a fly
there will be no one
to play the exception, to
prove the rule true
Porcelain skin,
Crafted by Satan,
Blink, blink.
My odds are against me
It's only a matter of time
BRCA1 owns me
Wind, blowing loudly.
Destruction everywhere, true.
Tornado...oh my!
I disappear here,
No longer real and solid,
I fade away now.
