Without Me

You work and you try to erase this nightmare.

Is it working? Is it any better?

Has it improved drastically since you sold your soul?

Well... has it?

Have you tried harder since it happened?

Have you changed?

I think so.

Does my say, matter?

I thought it used to. Then.

Now, everything changed.

Nothing I can ever say might change your mind.

Nothing I say or do will erase this.

Won't stop the nightmares,

Won't dry the tears.

Definitely won't change your decision.

Or your mind.

Or your annoyance with the truth.

All will remain the same:

Consistent.

The way it should be.

The way you wish it to be.

Lonely.

Regular.

Plain.

Stagnant.

Free of nightmares and fears.

Without thoughts or laughter.

Without chaos or worry.

Without me.