| While The Six Of Swords Waits Patiently |
- I need to get fucked up
I'm not at ease with life
Which tightens around my chest
Like some unseen hand
Waiting for life's worth to ebb
To be positioned perfectly
In place for that final move
To the place of no more care
And endless night of lost feeling
Released at last from breath
Taken by struggle with each beat
Of my old black heart
Can't I be selfish just this once
And put my self first
Before all the others in my life
What do you do when life's joy is past
And the magick of existence has fallen
To the rank of cheap trick
And magic mirrors no longer reflect
Anything but aged truths and wrinkles
While the six of swords waits patiently
For the hanged man to exit the tower
As the eighteenth year of promise
To an only son passes by
