Final Throws

I'm in the throws, my final throws,
The grapes of time, surrounds me,
There's nothing else, because nothing rhymes,
l lay me down, l cannot stand, l need to find out who l am,
For all l know, and each file l thumb,
Let's drift together, let's drift alone,
Why should you understand this time,
You think you know, you put your point,
You tick the box, but still don't know, how could you,
I do not want to be alone, but alone, must be,
we close our eyes, so not to see,
That terrifying form, that calls for me,
Now the pain, breaks through my mind,
No room for me, no dream can be,
So loneliness, walks by my side,
It's eyes closed tight, one way to go,
l cannot say just what is meant, l do not know, l cannot say,
Darkness falls upon your future, darkness falls, upon your past,
And all together, we blindly walk,
Togetherness, becomes our vice,
For my vessel is empty, and the grapes are all done,
And l am in my Final Throws.