On the edge of the edge of revelation every word that comes to me I push away. I live by the phrase "I'm always dispensable" I wouldn't quite call this misery... the quiet collusion, between me, myself, and I, to let whats left living of me die, softly embraces solitude, All I ask, all I want, is to be drained of all emotion, let me be empty, let my eyes close without, a blood tipped nightmares intrusion. into my wakeful sleep. Drain me, of all pain, Drain me like, rain off a rooftop. Words do not vanquish my eternity, as your love never soothed my agony, let me be pain free, shamedly, what's left? A slain me, so please.... Drain me.