Abandoned Even by Death

My dreams. My dreams. I cannot help
but agree to the fact that dreams are easier to accept than what we actually
see with our eyes, even if already clearly deceived by our ears.

I think, maybe it is a good thing
for me. Because I doubt I would ever be able to say no. To him, even if wrong—I
would only think I’ve done worse—but no, not worse enough as to make him
actually feel disgust. I would not give you the pleasure of knowing your lines
beforehand. 

I hope you do not feel this sadness.

This loneliness.

Let those who can help and redeem
words do so.

But none will ever know pain such as
this.

A little less than dying.

Before the silence and the peace.

A little lower than your heaven.

I will stay here.