Last Act



Purple clouds of shot viscosity
Seems my thoughts are loosing velocity.
Everything one paint-ball blur;
A tendril of coherency is all I can infer.

I'm loosing all control;
Got a shotgun in my soul;
With my spirit on the trigger;
It's my last chance, I figure
To make sense of the insanity
that always seems to beckon me;
Please, oh please set me free;
It's my last chance to BE.

White-hot knife of my life;
A mirror image of this strife.
This raging martial muse in my soul
That steals my thoughts and all I hold.

Who are you?
Are yoy dear to me?
Things are slipping
From my memory. . .

Are you for me?
Are you a foe?
Without my sanity,
I'll never know.

I'm slipping away
slipping away
It's fading to gray
fading to gray
It's fading to black
fading to black
The curtain closes;
I was the last act.

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- Scimitar Wraith - DARK -