And with every fear that confronts me, dead-eyed
I kiss them by the hand after I've cried
The theater of life consists of a grand chessboard
For all to bear witness
And my luck a sickly king
One step ahead into doom
Grieving for all its stolen children and soldiers
As they too fell into the curse of my competitors
An entertained audience watching me trip over
All the right boxes
Since I've stopped telling the world to believe
That I can lead
I've been begging it to see that I do bleed
Savor each sip of scar, its gleam
It's movement
Such as the sun promising its shine for the vineyards
And the hedonistic shrills I've brought into lesson
Such as Dorian Gray flowing through life without his picture
But the entire vehemence of his tortured soul
And with every fear that has confronted, me dead-eyed
I will kiss them by the hand after I've cried
And with each death that has shaken me awake at night
I will kiss them goodbye
And shoo them away from my bedside