User blog:Refreshing Demise/A Poem

Dis is a poem I wrote, but I don't really think it's creepypasta material. So here it is in a blog!

A Poem
 I live, I die, I bleed, and I breathe for the fantasy.

 So caught up in my vanity,

 I don’t realise the fantasy is my own daily demise.

 I find myself sitting, feeling so unwise.

 Maybe I should just leave,

 Just pay my fees.

 Maybe I should restart,

 Make my way forward through the heart.

 Or, maybe I should just stop,

 continue to drop.

 I’ve fooled myself to believe,

 Thinking my imagination I could retrieve.

 I don’t want to live, die, bleed, or breathe for the fantasy.

I want to kill the calamity.