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Let them fall not for me,

for I have been shown

that I be

worthless of

such sacred emotion.



I am but a mere

shattered being,

becoming incapable

of caring

in a world so dead set

on splitting a spirit

in two.



Let tears fall

where they may,

tho let them not

fall in my path

of self-destruction,

lest they hinder my steps

towards the oblivion

I seek.



And when I be gone

from this,

so cold and cruel a place,

waste not your tears

as I lie stiff

and motionless.



For the rigor mortis

of my lonely soul,

set in long before

the time

of my death.