Bitter wind stings my bitter skin
Lay as a may, on the pristine snow
Tainted and stained with my blood as I fade with a grin
Wondering where I go when the gale does blow
As it breathes in a dying era with the Switchblade.Beady, kiwi eyes stare up at the moonless night
Reminiscing in a solemn silence of a life too sweet
It was like a dream, where everything went right
Main events and square gardens to betrayal and defeat
The blood chokes up my throat; can I still breathe?I’ve seen things most people would never believe
Civil wars and upstart promotions, quiet nights and cheerful crime
The opening of doors forbidden, an illness that attendance did reprieve
All of these moments, would they remember, would they be lost to time,
As though they were drops of tears in the rain?Pull thine blade from mine chest;
Mayhap, this fate was earned, perchance my soul is defiled
Destroyed with a Chokeslam, now I look up at the Northern Lights
Flowing through the sky like a river over the forest so wild
It’s over now, this be the end and in my choke, I lay in morbid fright
I’ve done a lot, and I want to do more; I don’t want to go.Who could have brought about what I have? Prithee, I ask of you;
Of what other man could sell out stadiums and arenas unheard of?
Were there any others to outsmart the comrades with hearts untrue?
Pathetically, I plead with you – answer me this before I fly like white dove
Soaring to pastures beyond my own wildest dreams.The Prince was mutinied by some young bucks, and he fled
A Phenomenal One was felled with a one winged angel
That Cleaner was made a mess by yours truly; now I live in his head
I learned from the fools as I clipped the head of the Hydra, but was it gainful?
Death befalls me, through the river Styx to Plutonian Shore.Pull thine blade from mine chest;
Will I be reincarnate or reborn, recalling the days of old?
To be as myself as I was, or to be someone entirely new – I know not this
Remember me this – that I carried the world and I carried of the gold
Remember this, and not the broken, entranced in Death’s Last Kiss.
The broken heart always gives time to pretense, can’t you see?
Forget me as the man I was, to never accept my failings, this you no longer know
The blame I held for others for my faults and defeats, this is no longer me
Recant the tales of the blade runner, switchblade, leader with Destino
Eschew, I implore, eschew from your mind Jay, and breathe in me – Jamie.
Pray to which being eternal too that I learned from my sacrifices.
Sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice – my career was built on naught but sacrifice
Leaving my own family behind in my dear beloved home of New Zealand
Putting my body on the line before crowds silenced by disease in broken paradise
Hearing only claps, never hearing from my chaps, this was life’s sleight of hand
Naughty tricks that truly were to blame, naught of the Switchblade.Pull thine blade from mine chest;
Praise to whomever, clasp thy hands, help me to not overthink
I bled for the masses, chest still feels bruised and do thee pray for I?
Few short breaths left as my bones brittle and break on this brink
It’s a shame I won’t stay, but then again – who does? Wake up, time to die!
You may think this melodrama, but for a decade close, this was me.No longer am I to be the sneering, smirking leader whose accomplishment
This regeneration could be a futile one, or a fruitful one – still, I carry this weight
Inferno’s fires I am prepared to wait, with surcease of regrets in abolishment
Jay White fades to new beginnings to kingdom come, for this dominion to satiate
For but a horrid realization – in this final breath I gasp;Hark – hark, could I be man’s folly, Icarus flew too close to the Sun – were I fraud?
For all of my successes and the sea of folk cheering myself – were they real?
Probable, the now rising doubts of my greatness when shadows scream so loud
Filling these ears with fears; failing to live up to masterpieces, is this how I feel?
Nay, this dying mare, I banish thee forevermore – it’s still my era.Twist thine blade deep within mine chest.
-c.m.
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