A Man Who Used To Exist

Animated paint on the wall
Is the residue
I threw flowers
I was an ideologue
Yet I forgot to smell the flowers
In the end I forgot to smell the flowers
Even as they splayed on top of my coffin

I watch from this distant pedestal
I remember waking up in my prison cell
And not wanting to do the right thing again
Time to unfurl in the dust
Of remorse

What if I had caved and did the wrong thing
Being riddled with the worms of regret

There is no payback
There is no justice
I live in the regret of having chosen
The wrong women
I've had my heart bound
And slowly squeezed
I still feel the blood drip even here