Just Don t

Don't come to shed thy insincere tears
Upon my sickbed-ridden dreams
Do not disgrace thy perfect ample lips
With hollow promises and silent screams

Don't come to me with spiteful flattery
And trigger fatigue in my soul
It's wicked times for strained amends
You are a failure in thy role

Don't crush upon the unsuspecting victims
That tread unknowingly over thy fallen throne
With cruel words of sweet but deadly poison
That glide so easily from thy deceiving tongue

Don't come to gloat at my unending torture
That holds me prisoner and gives me no respite
To prance so happily around this house of madness
Smirking faintly as you behold the sight

Don't come to steer me into deadly waters
Or burn my candle at both ends
My story may not differ much from others
It still will stretch a while before it ends

Don't wait for me to fade- I'll linger,
Or waste away, or parish 'cause I won't
My sickbed-ridden dreams'll get better
The tears you shed are all in vain, so...Don't.