At the curtain about to be called Constant viewfinder seating Life already lived being told Past hand up, nothing present Deja vu braided tape Tape eaten I'm standing here blank faced and stupid staring at the snow fall outside the window in My head I've already been here I've already been here Bystanders, learning all in one go Meticulous merriment, from time to time Melancholy mouth, reeks of mourning breath Nearing the end, yesterday in scene It starts to take its toll It lingers, then it goes The malady of pleasantry It really starts to show It starts to take its toll It starts to take its toll Eyes full of darkness Through a third person scope Intertwined in another's wires Ramblings chiseled, details and all Left to be transcribed by another Rest forever here Kindhearted last exhale