Let Them Be
I will let them be
Blissfully unaware to
What I have become.
What I soon will be
Before this year at last
Comes to its demise.
Just a hollow shell;
Just a walking skeleton
But none of them know.
Thank goodness for that—
For if they choose to visit
They will find a corpse.
Damn my negligence
And damn all of my misdeeds.
Just knock me down now.
Knock me when I’m weak.
As you demons like to do.
Knock me to the ground.
Make sure that this is
The last thing you see from me.
Before you rise up.
Rise up and riot.
Until all I have left dies.
Show me your hatred.
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