The Musings of a Senile in Love

Unprepared,

as my blood runs like ink

I’m lost and scared,

in your tears I sink.

I lie alone,

somehow, I know that there’s a missing link

as I’m dazed;

can’t remember how to think

You built me up, but I soared too high
(Got to fall down to earth)
I thought I loved; God knows why
(What love do you deserve?)

Undeterred
as no help comes.
I’m waiting for white light,

little air escapes my lungs.
I cry alone
but the pain never numbs
the end is near
cue the drums

You built me up, but I soared too high
(Got to fall down to earth)
I thought I loved; God knows why
(What love do you deserve?)

I must be senile
(Oldest trick in the book)
I’m not in denial
(Frankly, I now know to trust my luck).
You killed me with your venomous touch,
with death I escape your vice like clutch.
I now laugh at the foolishness from above;
the musings of a senile in love.