Let Them Be

Fri, 11/28/2014 - 22:37 -- Leyoht

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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