Outsider!  See me here:
I question not why you do not sleep
While I do, here comfortable in my coffin of silk
Unmoving, yes, but in soft slumber
Next to the one whom I loved
Tonight, she is constantly opened

I am not of you, outsider, nor of your kind
I hear not your tired and desperate pleas
Deaf stone is my ear to you
And to your eyes of Sorrow
I see not the glint of life, but weakness
I do not feel your hurt heart
It is foriegn, and unnerving to me
Making my spine tingle with unwilling energy
Ignorant I am of the dark time
To me, it is neither hope nor hopeless
But a glint on a foreign horizon
What is there, to hope for or have despair for?
Nothing, because like all life, yours and mine
Shall end

Now, I turn my eyes to your naively hopeful soul
I see only you, outsider
Reaching for nothing but an image
A thought
A dream
Open to mere nonentity
Listening for one who is never to make a sound
Never to see light again
Although you here, outsider, you are here for nothing
So, I now shall now put myself away from you
Never to look upon you again
For your beliefs are not shared