Calling to the dead

Calling to the dead… waiting for the coming. Tasting my own demise… a pure and swift dismissal. Waiting for fate to grace me… waiting for death to free me… what can I do anymore… I am but a failure, a misguided child full of false hopes and fantasies. I utter words of love… while I become deaf at the silence. Life to death… I pray that soon I shall take my last breath… teased and taunted. I yearn for the coming. Let no one love me… for I shall depart let not tears fall for I am a disgrace. A fool was I to ever let someone close a fool indeed to let someone’s love grow. Let hate flow in thy veins. Let me fade… let me die… let my memory rot away just as my body. No tears to fall, for hate shall set me free.