Don’t let me fault you for your lack of trying,
For I am just as guilty as you.
It’s not the fact that I am slowly dying,
The truths beneath my fictions lying.
I rest in a deathbed, built for you.

Cobwebs and dust surround my quiet corner,
Evidence of my unnoticed leave.
The challenges hark to untravelled borders,
About the latter, present or the former.
The nosedive plummets, increasing speed.

To all my comrades, I can only say this.
Before we perish, one final drink.
To never surrender this dying wish,
A hundred thousand deaths or true love’s first kiss,
I’m far too aware, the ship will sink.

I cannot remain as long as the captain,
Despite the true fictions which I’ve been wrapped in.
A new horizon lurks over the edge.
A phoenix from the wreckage. I take this pledge.