Dear Mr Nobody,
I'm returning your invitation letter,
I won't be able to come to your place,
Reasons being none, you wouldn't bother,
Listening to someone so dead awake,
With no future in mind. Would you?

Read through these words meticulously,
The words I inscribed laying down perfunctorily,
While perpetually evading my optical discernment to die,
Waking up my dead Hope and Smile,
My once lovely twins whose lives I can't revive.
They wouldn't even hear my solitary voice.

Please come, stop...