Please, no, and never. I will not rhyme; it is the exact opposite of being clever!
I will go on without cadence, stab your rhythm, then abandon it. I have no tune, my tone is Hollow.
I reject the future, and the past.
These dreams are pointless, I leave them shattered like glass.
They reflect nothing, and I could hardly care.
I enjoy the cold, let me shiver here.
I would rather die and decay than give the world what it wants of me.
I refuse to Reprise the emptiness within.
Repetition is wasted on those of feeble mind who cannot begin to comprehend..
I am Hollow Reprise....Emptiness on Repeat?
A sour note that refuses to stay with the beat.