“
The dreams we shed, the lies we dread,
Hanging on, a fragile thread.
With death ahead, hold me close—
Don’t let me fall; I need you most.

I yearn for those days
When you held me tight in loving ways.
Now a dreadful smile haunts my sight—
Why did you let me plead, alone in the night?

The lies we spun, so tenderly—
Don’t you know?
I cherished thee,
The one who chose to let me be.

Now I know, painfully,
The lies we told still bleed in me.
Please, one more time, just help me live;
I don’t want to hang on this thread,
Willingly—
You let me be,
Laughing gaily
As you toyed with me.

Can’t you hear my cries
As you tossed me aside,
Just like the toys you had?

I can’t live like this—
I’ve had enough
Of the lies you teased,
As you stripped me bare,
Enjoying me,
While I suffer in agony.

So please,
Heed my dying plea—
Just end my misery.
“
-Klausyuer: The ****** Poet