Not pure am i, not beautiful

Nor sinisterly wonderful

Not of those am i who seek

Hellish or divine identity

No demon or angel lurks these parts

This is but a human heart

Beating a little fast, you see

Does the concordance of circumstance

That brought me to this instant

Stretch back to the first sunrise?

Or so I surmise

One finger from the edge

Waiting for one round

To hit the ground

With the last sound

I'll ever hear

I've nothing left my dear

Save one last breath

But I'll keep this lungful to myself

'Cuz sometimes it takes more strength

To voice a word

Than to think a thousand pages

Meant to stay unheard