My Own Account

To die will be a new adventure
To be in pain and wither
Is not for me
For I will go on my own account
Like an acrid taste
I will be bitter sweet
Daunt me all you will
Your cynicism does not scare
I will not quaver before a knife
Nor will I deal with the oppressive
Smile on your face
For I will die on my own account
You will not salvage me
I am out of reach
No longer skeptical of who I am
Belligerent as you may be
Scornful to who I am
I will be plaintive
Even at your lucent smile
I am reprehensible for my death
Not you.
For I will die on my own account.

 
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