Life will go on.

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.