Is there ever a good time
For a good thing to end?
I say I'll be fine, but
Into Hell, I descend
At least, that's my destination
I'm walking down the obsidian path
Knowing well it's of my own creation
Unsure of the aftermath..
Of when I walk through
Those burning gates
That's when I lose you..
But it's already too late
We're both compelled forward
By the standards of our culture
A fulfilling career, we each move toward..
But what circles above is vulture
It smells our connection
Though we thought it unbreakable
Our gleaming affection
Seems to be salable
Able to be sold
For career and achievement
The tax of growing old
Fear and bereavement
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