No More Chances

What must the evil man think before he dies...?

They say of me, that an evil disease cleaves to my bones,and all hope,is not only void, but also gone.

I writhe in agony, but not of body, but of mind, for thoughts of my past now occupy my time.Chances that once were, yet now shall never be, are lost forever on the empty road of empathy. I say, or said back then, this is my life and I will always win.

Triumphant was I, but at what cost to my soul. How many lives have I destroyed, in my insane desire for control?

The pain grows worse each passing day, as small dramas of my past come into play. I reason this, in one last attempt. There are no more chances on a lfe poorly spent. No more chances to make things right, no way to say I am sorry, Just black agony before the final night.

J. Allen Wilson 2003