I choose my life; I chose a broken heart
In loneliness I found the easy path
The world’s a stage; I only play one part
My cold ambition feeds my tepid wrath
Poetically, I peel my skin and bleed
The pain I feel is beautifully intense
I don’t believe in death or any need
Such things, to me, are all devoid of sense
My broken heart makes noise like things in space
It beats pentameter, iambically
There’s nothing in my life that’s out of place
As all my words proceed sarcastically
My choices make the whole of me complete
My life is easy: lather, rinse, repeat.