The fighting will stop
We will be dead
And this doesn’t mean a thing
Stop caring
It won’t work
The only un-real, real thing is
Futility and failure
So, sell your dreams
Fluff your pillow
And drift off to your creator
It’s a whole lot of no-where and no-thing
And lion headed dogs lying at your feet
Make me sterilized
                  My skin is untouchable again