One day it will come back to haunt you.
Whirlpools and tides will sweep you off-guard from beneath your feet,
And you will grasp wildly at thin air.
You will tumble down the abyss,
A culmination of things long past
That you no longer want to be.
A nifty collection
Of all that you’ve sinned.
And among all of them
That was the sweetest.
Here lay the bones, wrapped in rancid flesh
Here lay the bones of all
The things I’ve done
Decomposing under the light.
I dare not think of your judgment.
I only wish for –
I dare not wish anything at all.