Please fill my lungs up with sealing wax
Archaic artifice is familiar; let this be how I die
I could not live with myself
In these twisted refractions
I could not go on
I would fall to bits and cease to work
Crumbling like the pages of that book
You wrote my name in
Please carve me to pieces with a letter opener
But don't let it drip upon the parchment
Or if you do, may it splatter sigils with every splash
Protecting what is left of me
A memory, from inhuman reality
I don't want realism.
I want magic.
Dying magic that casts wards over the past
Making moments last that you had left for dead
But instead they are fading fast
And I am fading with them
I must go now, I could not continue this way
I would grind to a halt
And sit stationary for eternity
Because what is the point of trying to keep up?
Rushing to keep pace with a reality
That has no room for me
If I am to be left behind
Why stay alive, why try
Watching, waiting, everything changing
Let me die in the world I know
As who I am
Not in some unknown apparition
As a stranger.