DNR
Should ever my brain stop ticking
Should my heart cease its pulsing dance
Neither charge nor clear for I'm not clicking
Back into this happenstance.
Should this pain at last contort
My mind beyond it's will to cope
I'll be gone, so please resort
What's left to those who still have hope.
Do not come looking should I be lost
Found vacant in the the tides of time
My soul is burnt amid the dross
I've at last escaped this pantomime.
The strings are cut that kept me moving
I'll no more twitch to another's hand
I'm free, I'm free, I'm past reproving
I'm ash and dust. I'm rocks and sand.
When someday this last ache consumes me
Let my tarnished soul to rest
Take what you want, then let me be
It's all a lie, and I told it best.
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