Author of "I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me"

It’s the end of an era, a never-ending road
Scary and uncertain, but this I already know
It’s the death of the sunrise and hidden self-pity
Surrender to rebirth, submit to stoicity

“…And once I was a dreamer”, from here on out I’ll say
Now quietly singing Frankie’s legacy “My Way”
That dream I so much cherished, I’ll always desire
Consistently ablaze but now in a cold fire

Please don’t mistake this rambling with raising the white flag
My ship’s without anchor but this is not a sad brag
An instance of me perished and won’t be seen again
A bygone book chapter nullified by thens and whens

But you won’t find me mourning, instead I celebrate
Hurt’s only guaranteed if you blunder to translate
As long as you have weathered the pity and thirst game
Know that motivation shall never remain the same

I loathe and love October, plaguing my history
I’ve calmed the rebels of my internal anarchy
The cup of my Holy Grail is rightfully transformed
Drinking from a platter is a creator reformed

I say, “Goodbye, October.” For long you surely knew
Former joys and sorrows which I can never undo
Every jump to a new sea is met with waves so cruel
Drown before ascending and I did not make this rule

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