Dying Day (A Memoir To Myself)

I look through heart eyes A feeble disguise A filter for pain and self-affliction That I tame like lions in zoos "Will you love me?" Every dying day I beg of myself and it never comes true Obstructed view Always in sight A change of diet I'm first to try And it hasn't failed me yet Bend my knees your highness At your will and I'll never fall through "Will you love me?" Every dying day I beg of myself and it never comes true "Will you love me?" "Will you hold these Desperate aching daydreams until they turn to fruit?" "Will you eat its sugar and gain the weight that brings you through each Dying day you live with your taboos?" "Will you love me?" Every dying day I beg of myself and it never comes true "Will you love me?" Every dying day I beg of myself and it better come true