HA HA
Am I just tired?
or is that a tear?
I am tired and tearing
It's tearing me apart
the yawn of my constant turmoil
makes my eyes water
or is it the water of my soul
trying to fertilize
and grow
a better me.
I can't tell anymore.
I can't tell anyone.
the solitude,
no, the tragic reclusiveness,
alone I feel the pain
and pain I know
fonder than any friend.
If you come
I will entertain you.
I will make you laugh.
I will make you smile.
You will never know
how near to death I am
For if you laugh,
and if you smile
I can remember what that is.
And you will never know
what true dishonesty is.
I am making you smile
and I am so charming and funny
and I am dying
and it's not very funny.
It's a funny thing, I am.
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