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Hello my sweet little childhood

Stories of heaven and of the Holy Ghost

As they try hard to stay afloat

My time has come to bid farewell

I wave goodbye in order to excel



Stepping into my early youth

Uninhibited and a safe recluse

It stings like sweet vermouth



Startled by the bliss of sex

I blossom into a begonia rex

Bitter chills went down my spine

I fell in love with my life

It made me feel so alive

I thought it was eternally mine



Dancing and jiving around

Way past the moonlight

I am gifted with the art of lies

Yet time is here to bid farewell

I collect my things and I move ahead



I stumble upon my middle age

Filled with riddles in an empty cage

Urge is strong yet I cannot perform

My skin is pale and my heart is frail

I lost the game that I used to ace

  

I try to hold the passing time  

I protest hard and I whine

As if the choice is really mine



Time is near and I must adhere

Out of nowhere, my old age is here

I feel so fragile and my soul is cold

Chilled down to the bone



I cannot control my own piss

And I drown deeper into the abyss



Unleashed at last from the chains

I lay down in the pouring rain

Upon a diamond studded bed

As I prepare for the final breath

Abandoned and scared up until the end

I renounce myself to the hands of death



Nick Kler