My search, my hunt, my life, my vices, my ode to De Sade
All witnesses to my guilt
Guilty of a never-ending stumble through life
Looking for her in glass eyes, finding myself faking and alone, even when not
All this has led me to this life changing moment
Tried and convicted
No parole or pardon, no time off for good behavior
I will do my time. I will relish in each day. I will not journal my days. No one will ever be able to relive “my time”.
It is not death row for me.. being held for life in the cell of her love, is salvation
I prefer it be for eternity than merely ashes and dust, etc, etc.