Wither Away


Wither away, you sadist
My heart spurns to accept you;

Wither away, you nihilist
Because my mind can judge what's credible;

I Strive to achieve what looks distant
I wouldn't be crestfallen however hard you may try;

Wither away, you ludicrous thought
For I ain't gullible as you may have perceived.

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