Not obsolete, no not yet
Though I keep dancing with death
I spin around, I break a sweat
But I keep missing a step

I dig deeper in, I hit reset
I still haven’t settled my debt
But it’s coming, like a comet
And honey, you can’t stop it

Pain is like a pet
It is my only asset
I am its favorite
It treats me like a threat

Well, me and sadness are a duet
Stick around, here comes another set
Sorrow and I have our own alphabet
We’ll teach you something you cannot forget

© Delia Ross. 2019


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