# 3/30 Far From Forlong...But

I will die an unhappy man, 

a dream unachieved 

still clutched in fist, 

a lust pang still thumping after death, 

an abstract act never seen so never understood...

I will die a dethroned god, 

powerless, 

a conversation too scared to be had or heard,

But, yea

my veins will live forever, 

a memento of my wasted life