Slowly Disappearing

By Daryl Simons Jr.

People look at me, and think that everything is fine
They think I age like a barrel of mystic wine
Though I appear to be okay on the outside
I have been dying on the inside
                    
As old colors fade to gray
Life has become bleak, day after day
Old hobbies and habitual past times
Only seem interesting because I have become a mime

Nothing is fun or beautiful anymore
Nothing becomes beautiful, a beautiful lore
As nothing becomes reality, death seems like a pleasure
Hallelujah, life has become mine, life has become pure

Understand me when I say this
No one event in my life made it go amiss
Don’t cry, don’t fear
This is what I want, to slowly disappear…