I weep for the day you sweep me off my feet.
I am depleted, ashamed and bound for defeat.
I deserve your daunting presence for the coward that I am.
Reduce me to sweet nothing; I beg of you, take my hand.
I am nothing but dust and to dust I shall return.
Luckily, lifelessness is not something that is earned.
There’s only one request, and it’s that we maintain tranquility.
A painless, short scene. I believe you possess this ability.
As I would pray to God on my knees,
I ask of you please,
Push me into the deep abyss, into the sweet nothingness,
Where I will become a member of a truer society,
Where time is no longer real,
Perhaps I’ll meet a deity.
