my name Options

[Retrogressive]

My Name

My name is so carefully printed in the corner; it is one of millions or so.
My heart it dangles from a telephone line, but I would never let it show.
Flighty and cautious, I escaped, when it was time to depart.
And what I had to carry was so heavy— oh my heavy, aching heart.
A copper wire curled in the corner, with droplets of blood snaking along.
My eyes they grow weary of murder and lies, but they say this is where I belong.
Twelve senator knives left scars on my back, but that is another tale.
I took up the pen from the sword and this is now how I sail.
My muse she has left me for an actor, and left me to drink blood-shot.
I was drunk with the wines of man and absolute solitude is what I got.
And all to my name is twenty one letters, all of which I hate.
And the only person it belongs to is the one who has its expiration date.