• magikarp 65w

    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.

    ©magikarp