I am watching every part of you fall away into nothing.
Like the beginning of a failed film, a poor play, a ruinous read.
So I walk out, put it down, leave it behind and miss the end.
We know what will happen and how this will turn out.
It’s the same as before, and different somehow,
watching you lose your mind all over again.
You’d think I would be used to it by now, and I would know what to do
but nothing remains the same, the changes are subtle and small.
The end has already been written though, this, another chapter,
is just another run through of the same tired story for a new audience
who haven’t experienced just how awful it all is
the rest of us will just disappointed all over again and a little poorer.