I'm Dead

i am dead
c.o.d due to the thoughts in my head
i feel like a plant that has been deprived of the sun
withered, brown and limp, am i done?
the beast lays in her cage dying a slow cruel death, and the girl outside dying too
i am dead my skin turning grayish blue
will they miss me?
will my absence even bring an ounce of misery?
or will they party and be happy?
singing the wicked beast is dead!
so i lay here
the body of the beast the only thing that's near
death is a sweet release
i just hope that nobody sees
the blood that oozes from the cuts made to my veins
or the tear drops, i hope they go unnoticed in the rains
be happy don't be sad that the beast and the girl are dead