I do not live, I just exist
I’ve damned myself to worse than death
I cut the knot I’d tied in ire,
Yet still a noose chokes off my breath
I was a fool to be so proud
No friends will mourn when I pass on
Unless I scorn my vanity
And make amends before I’m gone
My bridges I would not have burned 
Had I known what awaited me
One sees the past so clearly, yet
Is blind to what has yet to be
So now I dwell beneath the sky
The world ignores my seething soul
Should I decide to give and live
Or smother in my prideful hole
My lifetime is my wooden bridge
Oblivion my river Kwai
I wonder if I’ll have the strength
To cross again before I die