Second And Last, But Not Always - The Provenance

Hanging by the thinnest of threads

Trying to secure a decent grip

Before you slash the line

Clearly, it’s a futile act

Truth be told that’s how i felt

The whole time

Waiting for the verdict to fall

You’re not fit to stay here

I knew it all along

Visibly, i cannot help

You were meant to assure me

So i did not stray

I felt it all along

Obviously, i cannot help it

You were meant to assure me…

Can you recall?

Realise, with bitter hindsight

You were meant to applaud me, reassure me

Instead you slash the line

I knew it all along

Visibly, i cannot help

You were meant to assure me

So i did not stray

I felt it all along

Obviously, i cannot help it

You were meant to ssure me

My precious, my precious hell!