Dying story

Out of words
Out of speaking terms
Out of strength
It's out of sight
Let me stop this useless fight,
Dripping from this disguise
And that feeds itself with lies.
Thank hell,
For being so well
Do I need you
To break up this spell?

Don’t, stop
Please, die
Feel, no
Let me, try

I want to see
But I can’t.
Want to bleed
And pretend.
Understand that marks,
Are not for show.
So that you,
Will never know

me.