As I sat losing my sense
My mind cursed with mortality
I sat and drank in my despair
As the night grew darker
I sat as death walked by
And said nothing but salutations
The chair I sat and had always sat
Had come to cripple my back
My drink pickled my liver
And all my dreams I have dreamt
are of failed childhood dreams
even food of which I love
has come to make my mouth sore
and to think of the nerve
of my long awaited guest
just came to say Hello.
