Redemption seems afar and hard:
Cutting through canvas of my heart;
Ripping it apart silently is the shard:
little by little,it blows us apart;
drop by drop-it accumulates;remorse
enough to drown my lifeless corpse.
The dead are forgotten,so I have seen.
Never thought this soon I’ll be where they’ve been
Cherish me:I hope they do with moments
Ah!those that brought out the best in me.
Pray!I shall to forget me they’re keen
Waste they ought not-for a “let down”
Their tears-for of this task grown;
weary I have-no more forks my eyes shalt feign