Years pass – notes fade and fall away. Days long erased – disease artist’s played you to waste. Listen and focus on old song forgotten. Teeth-rotting memory of a mouth-breather singing. B-side insecurities and sweating anxiously. Words once preferred now just empty space between lines. Lack of strength dictates my time. Wasting and wasted, waking to nothing. Pulling on my heartstrings – playing through my mind. Fingertips are bleeding – voice is shouting out, “Death’s sweating black-cloud raindrops down on me.” Chest is feather light – mind’s starting to lose. Instruments of time make the final move. Disease artist’s played you to waste – long erased. Magic tones crackling ancient twenty-three-year-old bones. Ghost muscle aching, pavement fitness failed weakens hopes. Drunk off the drinking that just spills out of my mouth and down to the floor. Stained carpet caked