We sit, to talk, I cry, you walk, You cant stand, to see my cry, on the inside, you watch me die. You laugh, I follow suit, but my black heart, covered in soot, couldn't pump, the blood to make, me smile. You sigh, send me on my way, my shadow stocks me, until i part with day, ashamed to see me, even as black, Not in one-hundred years, Ill never take myself back. You talk, specters filter through the soot, and the reapers sow, my body shut. Packed up, In a suit and tie, 6 feet under and still alive, My end is Nye.