Of death

She was exhausted.

She thought she could pull that off, Trying hard at existing so it might happen. It worked for a while, they bought her lies They bought her songs and her dance They bought her laughter, her smiles They bought everything she threw at them She believed everything she tried to fake. Put a little bit of magic, smile broadly Let the meat cleaver beat you to a pulp Exist! Pretend! Exist! Defend your existence Find many reasons to do this charade Find many reasons to wake up too. Maybe him or them or her... anyone. Maybe you. Maybe you too. So she held tight on what she had. But it exhausted her even more. So maybe sleeping was required. Sleeping that eternal slumber. Oh, that was attractive. That was attractive