I WONDER

Fade away, dream,

Spoil me not for real life.

Go away, wishes,

You cause the illusions I don't need.

Don't come back, visions,

You make the truth look dull.

Your presence tortures, 

But your absence kills.

Which is better, I wonder?

Agony till my dying day,

Or death this very moment?

If I chose to suffer, I'd at least be living.

If I chose to die, I'd be here still -

But I would cease making sense.

No more songs, no more words.

I'd exist, but no longer live.

Who is to blame, then?