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 me from waking them,
Someone come and pet my lonely soul,
Tell me to move on from myself, I'm a burden,
Take care of me in the process of torture,
Aliment me drugs and poison till I feel nothing.
A feeling I'll live in, a feeling I'm longing.

Dear Mr Nobody,
Afore I give you myself at most,
You should be malevolent and sinister,
Tell me to evade smiles at all costs,
Convince me they're temporary, please mister,
Strangle me to death with lethal silence.
I'll perish in tranquility from your violence.

Why am i still alive, anybody?
A constant déjá vu of nightmares I guess,
This time it felt so good to see me depressed,
But I wake up again to this lifelong mess.
A losing mess, a lonely mess,
A mess of mine, a mess I'll end.

© Lungelodube