I was breathing for the moment
from a one night stand.
I know what I did.
I repeat, no comment,
But life toys with us all,
And the fall
Of a man can be great.
This feels like a confession
But its just too late.
Not looking to ingratiate,
But I am dead weight.
I am a victim,
Of the monument
I created.
I want this for the record
And was always told,
Things would be ok for me,
But they weren’t.
Fingers burnt,
But I cant leave the field.
Come back with your shield or, on it.