Tag! You're it.

The foundation's done, you break a leg,
You celebrate, and down a peg.

Out in the dark, he's on his way,
even your shadow will but betray.

He breaks it down, and lights the flame,
the foundation's gone, and you're a shame.

Beyond the twilight, begins the cascade,
and disappointment rains on the day parade.

You hit your head, feeble and frail,
you pray to her, the Holy Grail.

You fail the test, you but complain,
the mirror's been but a bane.

You back the hell up, and get the hell down,
you think to yourself, "The architect's in town".

Once again, the foundation's anew,
but he's out again, crumpling the dew.

You see his face, the darkest grey,
his sledgehammer out, you spurt and say.

"I've done so much, I've crumbed the trail,
but your treachery is all I inhale".

"I can't keep trying, I'm an outcast,
and the wounds burn like a furnace blast".

So today I say, "Fuck you, fuck it"
I slit your throat, and Tag! You're it.