What if you came to find me one day

and saw me lying still at my desk?

My cheeks all gone of red and colour

my lips devoid of breath?

Would you hold the hand, you never held

and beg me not to go?

Would you wish life upon my wretched frame

instead of these limbs so cold?

Would you look at those tepid, closing eyes

with pity in your chest?

For a person you thought you always knew

so wrought with anger and distress?

And once the sorrow fled your heart

would you go on to feel?

Would you go on to laugh and love

while I became less real?

Oh close your grief, oh life-ful one

once again, turn your remorse to bliss

It's not the sleep of death I sleep

but the sleep of unhappiness