Where was it that you awoke And saw the treason of your words Throwing your body down the stairs Sisyphean and resolute Where was it that you saw yourself Vomit dribbling down your chin Knowing true that you've become A stain, a putrid pool of oils Where was it that you tore down Your tarnished silver trophies Burning laurel wreathes In the center of your bed Where was it that you engraved The list of all your failings On the marble columns of museums And wooden floors of friends Where was it that you collapsed In silence and indifference Strewn across a vacant trail That hounds no longer run Where was it that you turned To total isolation Calculating the precise moment When you could disappear