Literary Hype: No Taste for my Reign

I have nothing to offer in payment

I have nothing to show for the pain

I am garbed in a mendicant's raiment

I am far from the taste of my reign

I am standing exposed in the brightness

I am shredded, failure laid bare

I have nothing to fight the indictment

I have nothing to plea but despair

I wish to end my own sorrow

I wish to salve all my scars

I have no hope of tomorrow

I have nothing but feathers and tar

I have a bad habit of bailing

I have no one else I can blame

I wish to cease all my failing

I wish now to smother the flame

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