This December Night

Tonight the world has
caught up with me,
life has caught up with me,
death has caught up with me,
my sins have caught up with me,
I've caught up with me.
Like some great predator
they smelled my wounds
and stalked me;
hunted me down.
I've forgotten what it's
like to be eaten alive;
to go mad.
I know what it felt like
to be Caesar on the Ides of March.
I know what it was like
for Ryan when he wrote Love is Hell.
I know what it was like
for Ian on that day in May.
Maybe you'll know what it was
like to be me on that night in December.