Reason

As the night sky's pull over. 

And the moon shines its dimmed light.

Rain falls not from the heavens

but from the puffy clouds beneath my lids. 

 

 As the walls around me fall. 

My soul withers to its shallow grave. 

 Not another tear shed. 

 Or a dreadful whimper cry.

 Let me dig deeper. 

 And Die.

 ...for there's no you, 

there's not I.