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My fingertips are frozen to the bone, I think this is the last winter that I will ever see with these old eyes. With these old dead eyes. I am your foul example of a wretched life spewing forth desperation there's not a chance of redemption or a hope to clutch. I will beg. I sit at your feet looking up at you with despair strewn across my face. You return the stare, not with one of pity but with one of disgust. I was once like you in your hand tailored suits. The whole world was once at my feet and now I live at yours, oh how the mighty fall, I wish I brought you with me. Oh I remember the times, doused with such expensive red wines and that scent of sultry perfume of every woman in the room. They all begged for my attention. I used to own this town, but now this town owns me. I live at your feet, I once lived up in the sky. I had it all, power, money, women, pride. My fortune lost, stripped back to my foundation. Abandoned by all who once stood by my side. As Death closes in on me I look back on my life with shame. I start to fade into the streets, no-one will remember my name. "Desperation", a word I have never known. Dependence on certain substances, coupled with a guilty, broken mind is the reason I no longer exist in the eyes of an unforgiving, uncaring society. Those long nights we spent, smoking imported cigars as we laughed at the stars... From Letras Mania