Antarctica VI

Very well,
I shan't be deceived by a mere image,
By a fathom, no, not me,
Not again.
Gone are those days in which
This old shadow of me thought men
Could be more than they appeared.
No, you shan't deceive me,
You won't be a blurry streak,
A silly haze of shards of alcohol,
Damn it,
You won't be taking any part of me
More than I'm willing to give,
And I'm not willing to give
Anything that Antarctica hasn't taken already.