The dead are forgotten

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


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