Immersed in new roles
Disappearing in me
If I get any closer to death
I am free
But I might just keep playing
This game everyday
I can meet
And delete you
The same
Unafraid
To be severed
From ties
Tirelessly I knotted
And weathered the storm
Like a pumpkin patch
Rotted
Forgotten again
Is the ink in my pen
And despite how it pains me
I still write its end