Allow me the pleasure of my demise.
Lethargic release is all that we seek.
Leaking down upon our infantile mind.

Isometric viewpoints of a hanging.

Never before, and never again, we'll
eventually fade into the dusk.
Even my stories shall soon find grave.
Death is a shadow, looming in our space.

Illogical proof that it's all for naught
Sign point towards these truths we hold.

Yet I continue to appreciate
Our innocent moments of reserved,
Unbeknownst feelings of adoration.