The Death Of Me
I will not weep, for devils do not cry.
I will not sleep, for there is no rest for the wicked.
I will not heal, for monsters do not feel.
I will not deal, for dreams are not real.
I will disappear and fade into the hollows of my head and chest, wandering aimlessly while I wonder ceaselessly how such a hallowed life could be so warped and twisted.
I will not return.
For what never was can never be.