When the storm within me billows and rages,
When my ego works overtime on minimum wages,
When I can't find peace in the folds of my mind,
When I can't seem to remember those I've left behind,
When the colour has been drained from the iris of my eyes,
When the answer to every question is a series of sighs,
When life deludes me from my luck,
When it's always on Hole 18 that I'm stuck,
When I'm stabbed by the fork in the road,
When lies tempt me again, plead and goad,
When tears begin to taste sweet and memories sour,
When my dreams elope, distant and far.
When the stench of gloom seeps down to my bones,
When The Mistress calls upon her petty drones,
When innocence lies dead on a bed of roses,
When I reach for death and the life it proposes,
When time lies still in the cup of my hands,
When my emotions wander unknown lands,
When they all lie dead, the fortunate and the brave,
When my footprints lead me back to my grave.
Words, thou remain,
My sole redemption.
