The Pain Of Immortals Poem by Beating Tree

I will never have my last breath, I am destined to shed tears if I love.
I don’t want to believe, I am always alone in this unforgiving world.
I don’t want to see, I am burning and consuming my heart into black ash.
I watch everyone disappear from this world, I am cursed by the living.
I don’t want to face the facts, I am hoping life’s just a dream.
I will never want my heart to beat again, I am hopelessly jealous of the dead.