You cannot live as I have lived and not end up like this.
You cannot climb where I have climbed denying the abyss.
Long nights of iguana joys and terror on the wheel
Will lead you to a labyrinth where Minotaurs are real.
And there’s the rub; for amateurs who act as if they care,
Too slow to cauterise their need to strip the wires bare:
You cannot waltz with Dracula then wave away the kiss —
You cannot live as I have lived and not end up like this