Egoistic, yet quite selfless;
Always on guard... and yet not here.
With you I always lower my defenses,
For all the threats become so mere
Once I imagine that our hearts,
Which are themselves the greatest arts,
In unison are beating.
With joy and happiness so fleeting
I ought to really be more careful and attentive.
So limited
So fragile
I damn wish I had plenty...

And even so, I fully realise that dreams
Of mine, akin to my desires,
Are to remain forever as the beams
Of fiction, though divine; of heaven's fires:
Some obstacles are not meant to be tackled.
There stands the loser - there stand I, unshackled,
Yet still insanely burdened by my sudden solitude -
I used to be quite fortunate, y'know!
Yet luck to me
Just
Bid adieu

So happiness for me is... out of reach.
It's painful to admit, it's quite a stitch,
Yet I should handle it somehow. I'm clever.
Therefore, I... cherish should forever
What little good I had in life.
And then, having disposed of all the debts,
All secrets and gestalts, I dive
Into the gentle, warm embrace of Death's,

I close my eyes.

Evaporating,
Having received the lowest rating,

I fuse
At last
With starry skies.

Goodnight, my l(ov/if)e.
*refuses to elaborate
and dies*