ennui
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My life is nearly over, I leave the rest to you.
The dreaming, moon-beaming, blood teeming,
I've other things to do.
I need to write my will, comb my hair; any last requests?
I try as hard as I can,
to fight this battle,
but sometimes I just can’t win,
and the ennui enshrouds me,
in its dark miasma.
I have retreated, I ran,
away from the sickening prattle,
Expiration nears,
Inhuman fears.
To be dead tonight,
Could make me alright
But won't, but won't, but won't.