What more can one say
If one has given away
my position.
You know where I stand -
With the ever silent offer
and promise.
And I do stand
With a drip, drip, drip
upon my forehead.
It knocks and irritates
till insanity is a blink away.
Well, here lies the brink.
Yet, surrender?
Torture is expected.
No man's will is a statue.
It is a painting.
Thus, I chose to stand;
be a subject to the game.
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