Old/Lost

I am old, and though I do not like it, I have in my life
Experienced the full depth of hate that is as destructive as it is consuming.
Yet I have also felt the soft wind whisper in the breeze, a silent caress,
With the choirs of angels singing on my redeemed life and my friend, my God,
Silent, yet knowing in the deep woods of my life.

The difference is clear, that I have felt the second only, when I am with you,
And though it was your dying wish and not legal, we have married,
My soul joined forever with yours, unto the end of time,
And I know that you watch and you wait with him for my time to be done,
So that I may join with you in the skies and fly, My love.

I am less without you, a part of me passes away every day to join you, the rest waits,
As we once waited for death in the hospital bed I now wait for you,
I miss your smile, the way the sunlight hit your hair,
I miss watching you sleep, you stopping a dare.
The way you waited for me in the rain, I wish with all my heart,
For that moment again, only play that.
I could not face the hospital, I could never face,
the repeated agony of your death again.

I wish I could tell you how much I love you,
How much of you I will always need, how you quieted my heart and soul,
And brought peace back and repaired hates hole.
Please come back my dear, this my plea.
Why? Why did you ever have to leave me?

Like a child frightened by the dark I cry without your light to guide me,
I am blind where once I could see,
But there was no biblical intervention, for you or for me.
Without hope but with love I stand,
Gloriously stained by your life and lay the roses again.

Tears that I should have shed, fall.
I could not cry when they buried you, I could not understand,
Shock, they told me takes many forms, it would be better soon,
But how could it be better? I cannot cross this barrier.
I see you beyond it, tears falling on both sides, I push.
No matter how hard I try it never budges.
God, it seems, holds grudges.

I live a life, I do everything else that I can,
But never again will I be marked, made so happy that I could fall into heaven‘s span,
For that is for us my dear, for us alone. For you I atone.
I was depressed after your death and did something that sends me to hell,
Your love will still vibrate there, a strong, clear bell.
For you I walk quickly into life's road knowing you walk beside me.
My Muse, my Love, my Angel, my all.

The rose turns to ash, I can no longer see it’s beauty,
part of me died in that bedside duty,
And I no longer feel the wind, nor can remember the day we met.
Memory, it seems, is never set.

Yet still I walk, in devotion, in faith.
And though every time I wake my arms fly wide and feel the cold bed sheet,
I always feel the loss anew, because I can never stop missing you.
I hope that the dreams will soon visit me,
Though they make me cry and because of them,
In a small way I myself die.
As the pain visits me anew,
I stay awake, I cannot sleep and look at the sky,
For you star maiden, always visit my dreams.

My tears so close to the surface, but who would ever blame?
For my soul mate is dead and half of my soul is gone with her,
For these days my life is both greater and less,
For though I cry, and almost nightly die,
I have felt love so complete that it transcends pain
and has allowed me to be born again.

Though you are dead you are always with me and so,
I send this message of love across the barrier I can not yet cross,
I walk down the road of life with light steps, as I always know,
that you at the end will always show,
The way back, the way to light.
You will always show me the road home.

The First Sorrow
With a drink in hand my mind is foggy,
With a smoke in my mouth I hope,
With the music played loud, to drown the infernal sounds,
To forget my life, this day and the next.
To forget the face of the Angel that haunts my dreams.

With you I was happy,
but I was weak, sometimes I think,
That love is nothing but perceived need,
But like a sinner repentant before the altar,
I return to the angel who is haunting my dreams.

I am told that I hate myself and it’s true,
For I know everything that I have done,
everything that in my life I have failed at and cannot hold.
My life has become the smoke of a cigarette,
Lost to the wind, for the Angel haunts my dreams.

You are dead, dust to the wind,
And you left me with your memories trust, I with a heart of rust.
The pain of it all is that I failed you,
I could not stay strong, and for that, even your memory is somehow wrong,
My Angel with the gift of song.

I hate myself for failing, for not being able,
to help you as you once helped me,
as the cancer consumed, burned and destroyed.
From this pain then I can never be free,
I could never let go of yesterday for today,
It is all the same you see?

My tears fall, this time not of hatred or self pity,
But of love lost and the fact that you’re gone from me.
My eyes are sore from crying, even as I ever did,
as you, my Angel, my light, were dying.

My throat swells with remembered grief,
and the wounds open again, anew as I know,
That I who can see so much, can never again see you,
The tears threaten to swamp me.

The days so long and in the night I am so alone,
Now I don’t want to do anything, I don’t want to move,
I don't want to think, I can’t,
and so I cry again, with your face before my eyes,
The face I need, but never in all my life,
will ever be able to find again.

And I break, because I cannot deny love,
as I cannot deny your death,
I want to see you again, to feel your hand on mine,
To be with you simply, in the sunnier days of my past.
I cannot go back, but am unwilling, unable, to go forward.


And I can no longer hate, no longer feel,
no longer can I find peace, for my soul is with you,
You who were my anchor, my hope, has been lost,
Who could let us find, a small place, a small time,
In which I could be yours and you could be mine?

Damn life to hell,
What is life without you, love conquers everything,
It even it seems, in some small measure,
it conquers death.

My body aches for you to hold,
When did life grow so cold?
Was it that long ago when,
When we watched the sun set, on a day so gold?

And the tears stain my face, even as,
the cold rain falls on my body, as I stand in place,
My vision of life. Of growing old with you,
has been taken, shattered upon the mountain of grief,
a mountain that will remain, through the years,
past my eyes blind with my own tears.

I shake, I no longer know,
The days now move on, and I grow,
They move on without you,
my love, my one.

Of Hope

Hope has been an alien concept to me,
It was of someone else, someone substantial, someone real,
My life has been stuck it seems,
My world nothing but smoke on the breeze.

The city of my life is being rebuilt,
the world in my head, once ruined, has been given new foundations,
the white towers of my soul new meaning,
and my mind jerked back from comatose dreaming.

As I walk down the road, my soul sure,
I find in the whispers of the wind a language.
A slow and soft counterpoint to my own existence,
Unhurried but not unmoving, they welcome me.
The soft voices sing eloquently.

They surround me in softly shocking sound,
It almost makes me weep, the beauty of this moment,
because it’s always shining in my head, a golden suffusion,
Of love and need and hope.

Shining shapes move in the distance of my mind,
These are not angels, no halos around their heads,
No pure light and complete goodness can be found,
In the faces of the people that quickly, quietly, gather round.

No, there is no golden light around their heads,
It is in their eyes and is not born of purity,
But rather the light of conscience and hope,
And there smiles are not all consuming light,
Rather a beacon, for me to know what to do.
For me to do what is right.

And it is these people,
who with their own flawed lives, who teach so well,
despite or perhaps because of these flaws, how,
how to live forever in the light, forever forsaking the night

And I stand in the middle of the new city,
It’s towers swaying in the breeze and the light shining down,
that I find again the peace I lost, without any cost,
as my city was once destroyed by the storm of grief,
the tide of love has made my city whole again,
And because of the people I walk,
Forever into the light, hoping to do what is right.







Demons

I have never been good with words, never happy in the company of friends,
their ethereal lives moulding chains upon my soul not at all,
For in this instant I realise that I am as much apart from them as from the world around me,
and I weep my tears red, the red of the blood of my ancestors who preached peace,
who in their eloquent speech offered only love and forbearance,
to be met by the prime evil hatred of eternity and the mockery of time.

As the pain and fire of bittersweet existence wraps itself around my failing spirit,
I hold. I hold above the tidal wave that is to crash down,
destroying all that I am, was or ever yet shall be.
I do not like myself ‘tis true, but with a drink in hand or drug on mind, I ask
of you. always of you, one redeeming feature may you find.
We are flawed you and I, in differing ways are we made less by all that we are
And we sing eternally, a small star against the coming night.

A struggle we face, our own demons we must race,
to the end and the beginning of all we must be and we see little of what we need to see,
In this time I may be apart yet still, these people have a place in my heart,
With eloquent words and ghostly faces they put me through my paces,
I weep red, never to die in my bed, simply to spend time alone in my head,
Struggling to do the right thing in this time and wondering in the strength of rhyme.

For I fight against the mockery of time,
I cannot understand it’s relentless pairing with death,
Two shadowy figures, taking man, making him less,
I strive with my all. I give my best.

I hold these things in my head,
Without a single tear to shed,
For how can you cry, wasting all your time,
With half hearted goodbyes.

As the wave crashes down, I sing against its dominance,
Screeching my defiance over the power,
This sea born titan has over me.
On and on I scream, I am free, I am free.

The song that escapes my lips is agony,
Before the waves break my life I tell,
The bittersweet journey of life,
And the beauty of the human shell,
I will not give up no,
I will not give in,
You cannot take what was so hard for me to win,
I scream my love for those left behind and moved beyond me.
As I am taken for my sin.







The Boy/ The Dream

I dream, you see and it haunts me,
I dream of a child in the dark,
on an island, huddled in pain,
and I cannot see his face,
Yet I know if I do I will never be the same.

I swim to reach him, but the sea rages,
With all the anger and hatred of our race,
It's pace flings me, a piece of driftwood,
almost drowning in the sea.

And I know that I must reach him,
even as the sea threatens to swallow me,
from this sea swept reality I wish to be free,
but I cannot leave,
for thoughts of the boy snare me.

I swim against the sea of hate, as much as I can,
For I am still only and ever a man,
and hate could find me, break me,
So easily.

There will come a time when you weep for me,
when you long again to see me,
but I am far from that cold comfort,
and the moonlight falls upon my hair,
making me look old, as old as I feel,
as I struggle against the sea.

Finally I reach the boy and comfort his pain,
his tears as salty as the newly calmed sea,
and my life shatters again because, in the boys face,
Oh who else could ever be looking back, with eyes to see,
for in that boy, in that crying face I know only one thing.
That boy is me.
















Fire
I felt the fire and was afraid,
I felt it consuming brilliance welcome me,
and for those that can see have know I have found,
now a small comfort in being me.
For the fire has set me free.

I stand, alight,
before all I cannot fight,
and I wish to set the record straight,
sanity is given away, because it is mine,
And I give it to the fire, like all else,
I give everything today.

Though I wish to fight, wish to know,
What will happen, in this, life's poor show,
I cannot hold to what I am,
before the fire I become,
Naught but a sacrificial lamb.

And for a few seconds I stand reborn,
Life’s uncertainties gone in that red flash,
in that painful and loving flame,
my life's currency do I cash.

I am what I am, the fire’s child,
an avatar of a forgotten god I stand,
even as I begin to fall and die I remain,
and I weep, for the loss of what I was,
for the loss of the boy and the man.

It has made me what I have to be,
and though I will soon be consumed,
assigned forever to a grey tome,
I give it all up, as soon as I may,
To see you again, just for single bright day.


















Hot summer

Hot summer days and cold summer nights,
Sometimes I sit simply to watch the birds in flight,
in flight they are, all the graceful words in a fright,
My life, hot summer days and cold summer nights.

Through every fight and every struggle I have stayed,
And for everyday of my life I have prayed,
An end, dear God let there be an end,
To mans hatred and my life of pain with it.

All I want is to be free,
Like a bird suddenly loosed, I would spread my wings,
Against my setting sun, leaving the on the ground my mark.
Let it be done. God let it be done.

I want no more harsh sun, to burn my skin dry,
I want no one else to poke fun, breaking, making my soul try.
I want no more dawns, I want sunsets. I want rest.
I want rest from my weary existence, letting my soul fly.

I want no more pain; I cannot handle any more strain,
If you want to try to teach me the values of life, please refrain.
I have tasted life, a heady drink, that steals my wits,
In a haze of pain, I cannot think.
Into my despair I sink.

















You think you know

You think you know me, you think you see my soul,
to the core, beyond all illusions, you think you see me through,
You think you know me, you think that you know everything of me,
I’m here to show you, to show you friend, how little you do.


You think I’m an alcoholic and yeah I see why,
But, I’m not y’see, I don’t even like to drink,
I do, I drink like one but, not for the reasons you think,
I am not an alcoholic, I can stop but, to do so would cause pain unending.

You see now you begin to see the truth of me, of what I am,
Of the pain I live with, the pain that could never leave me.
Any who do not believe me in this, I say you can screw yourself,
Because I have fought to get here, to be here and I love the people I’ve found.

I never understood the saying; this is the time of your life until now,
Until in this moment I finally realized, I don’t want anymore. Who would?
I don’t need to know about these people, I know these people
I love them and cannot judge them, I am not them I cannot, Who could?

And as I sit, the torture gnawing at my bones, drink in hand,
I like to sit still and think, of what normal people are doing, in this space, in this time,
While I’m writing my half forgotten rhymes, reminiscing on half forgotten times,
A single tear rolls down my cheek, only once, just once, for me.

And I realise in this revolutionary moment, in this incandescent instant of thought,
That self-pity is not only useless but, irrelevant as I have them,
I have a few friends, who once in a while, just now and again,
Make me feel normal, make me sane.
And for all their fault’s for this they are more than friends, they are family.

So exult, for I have a new brother, a new sister,
and though a blind man cannot see and me the half-man cannot feel,
with them I am real, I am whole this is the time of my life, my it never end.
For they have given me one final gift, a lost friend over time, they give me hope.


The End
We might as well be strangers,
the foundations of friendship have been eroded
By me, and the blame of that covers my soul,
a weight beyond all that I know, I cannot show,
My tear covered face, for all that I’ve done, have lost.

My health has been broken, corroded,
Not yet nineteen, my life is ending,
and soon I leave, I leave that pain in your eyes,
but never the guilt that stays forever a burden,
choked by my loss of life and loss of friendship.
I am no longer myself, more dead than alive,
and almost ready for the cold comfort of the grave.

Your smile I no longer see and yet the same,
stays forever, only and ever, with me.
I cannot sing, I can hardly paint, it seems that all
I will ever be good at is taking other peoples pain,
and making their dark sides, their hatreds my own.
And in return all I can give, is a piece of me.
The light of my soul being given freely and replaced,
with the darkness eternal and to hell I go,
with a smile and others sins,
for I have been honest and done, for once,
the right thing.

For Rachel
My tears stain the page, my life almost faded, too jaded,
But I think back on happier times, on different days.
Do you remember love, the days of autumn when the leaves turned brown,
when your love then I found.

Do you remember when autumn turned sour,
when they came in white coats, with words of doom,
and took you to that place, the one I can never face?
I sat with you through it all.

I sat as your face faded away,
the folds of skin a mockery of what you were.
Still the person but not the face I knew,
still I held to you, forever and a day.

Though I tried to be strong, to hold my face,
to make it stone even as my throat swelled
and the tears fell down my traitorous cheeks.
You soothed me then, with yourself, as always.

And as you began to die, soothed by half-hearted lies,
I see death come and lead you to the next life
and the Priest comes at last to say the last goodbyes
and to unite us as man and wife.

I stand again by your grave, lost and amazed,
that I stand here again, each and every year and I again
lay two roses, a white one and a red.
For one moment lost and one never found.

I still dream of you sometimes,
under stars that never change, we stay the same,
because we are what we were then and are happy,
two lovers lost in the brightest, strongest dream
living at peace and in love, under the clouds of the dream.

Though I never want to I wake, I do,
the act is painful and pulls me through
a torment beyond any hell or torment,
Because your gone, you died, you went.

And I know I’ll never fade now,
never will I give in, because of the memory of you,
because beyond and before all else,
to you I am true.

I've read all those before and, as i told you, they're good. Right up to your usual standard

heres another one NO ONE HAS READ

Gone is the expectance of youth,
gone is the hope of your face,
and the tears run down mine even,
at your memory my heart does race.

Buried in a glade,
underneath the unforgetful shade,
where we used to sit and stay,
my heart is forever layed.

though I do not wear it, the eternity ring binds me,
and through it love, your soul shall find me,
for it is there upon my finger, a shadow, a riminder,
the thing that was, the thing that will never be.

It's heart is yours, and yours alone,
the crown, loyalty, is yours first but not yous alone,
The hands, friendship, has been through hardship,
but this too is given by the boy, now so alone.

For how can I see beyond, can I know beyond,
Your love your face, brings my soul apace,
I have not worn the ring in three years,
since you died, since you left this place,
My hearts memory can never erase.

I feel it on my finger, I know it in my soul,
It takes its toll, I am old,
for I have lost the innocence, the freedom,
the joy of your heart, your mind and body,
have gone forever from this place.

But the ring remains,
worn but not worn,
seen but not seen,
bound but not bound.
In mourning love this is worn,
In the ring, in me, is your husband found.

:( its sad...but good.

thanks...i think?

A darker dream/because she cries

A new dream has occured to me,
whispering in my head, like a forgotten ghost,
of this dream I can never be free,
though it whispers of agony.

I see again in your face,
and over the sunken bones my mind does race,
What right does death have,
to turn around and to your beauty deface?

I see the sunken eyes again, in pain,
But this dream is not the same,
what right do I have to weep alone?
You left me, hung up the phone.

The dream moves to the fore,
because this next thing did not happen,
I strech out my hand in plea, in desperate pain.
I feel a jolt through my spine.
You ever mine,
I ever thine,

Your cheeks bloom with health,
even as mine is leeched away,
on a nonexistant breeze,
deaths hold on you does unfreeze.

It moves instead to me,
and with tears in my eyes,
and my life force flowing through you,
I leave unbureved.

Your heart quickens,
mine longs to be with you,
Yet it is forced to slow, to stop.
The door closed with an unpickable lock.

Wheres the shock?
I would happily die for the one I love,
For my lady with a smile,
I would pass even this trial,
In me now is no dnial.

Yet I wake, shaking, crying,
for it did not happen that way,
I was not the one fading, dying,
But it's never stopped me trying.

Yet when I wake I wonder,
My parents would mourn a lie,
My friends would mourn a priest,
none would mourn the thief.
Oh there would be tears aplently,
but who would mourn me, the deceased?

Laughing monkey's

As I sit a at table so stark,
he voices of those that I thought my friends do hark,
back to my ineptitudes, my failures so dark,
my anger unleashed,
my hatred begins to start


They pull at me,
twist at my soul, cause me pain unending,
with there brittle smiles,
and bitter lies.

These were supposed to be my friends,
when is the protection that I would offer them returned?
My souln full of hatred because of them, destroying once again,
all I have earned.

Instead of being there, as I would for them,
My life, with verbal darts and tounge shaped spears,
they do burn, a fragile house to the ground,
My love, their scorn does earn.

So after a time I leave them and don't look back,
My soul apparently so black,
and like so many laughing monkey's
The understand only how to hurt,
my emotions blood stains my shirt.

What hurts me the most,
Is that for years I thought I was wrong,
That these people would not hurt me, that they could be trusted.
but I was right all along, the man they knew is now dead, rusted

For I am a laughing monkey now,
Just like them, in thier trend,
and the greatest laugh to me will come at the last,
when they die and ask for help,
I will smile and move along,
for they have forfitted everything I would have given them
and killed what I was trying to be, with words so free.
I walk now only in hates warped song.

I don’t exactly like poems of hatred and insanity, but its very good nonetheless. It's well writen and thought out.

Thanks I think... I am not insain though... I just let my emotions pass by poetry and it saves me hating or being angry

I do that to from time to time. It saves me sore knuckles and a ripped punching bag.

yeah it kinda does doesn't it....

For You All/ For A Giant Dwarf With A Battleaxe and Broadsword

I dream of you all,
In the turbulent sea that is my life,
I know and love you, though I fall,
Though my angel wings break in blood and strife,
My rapid decent I know you will stall.

Suddenly I have become old,
My innocence and sanity sold,
For most of my friends that once I would hold,
Have turned around and to me betrayed, they have become so cold.

I have done bad things, I have lost my purity's wings,
Must I loose all hope of the spring?
But then my hope begins again,
because of you.

A dragon freak, a pessemist,
A girl who is not Russian,
an American unmet, who reminds me,
of the I love I used to have,
and the teenager, I used to be.

To all these I bow,
Yet I turn to the most annoying last,
To the first two who saw me through and through.
To the girl with glasses and walls so high,
Without keys, still over these walls I try to fly,
For I know the soul inside.

I cannot hide from her, no,
Because for these two, these last two,
There is nothing I would not do,
Those who cannot, will not, betray,
With these people I will stay.

I turn at last to the most deceptive,
Because at the fore is her sarcasm,
An unstoppable and inexuastable store.
But this is a facade I know,
For to me she sometimes slips,
Ffom the sarcasm that from her lips, does drip.
And the beauty of her body, of her soul,
So deep and so true,
Sometimes, oh sometimes,
Her loving nature, her inner beauty shines through.

For inside I know the all,
And her most of all, I know I can no longer fall,
For these moments without sarcasm I live,
And for giving up her secret I hope she will forgive.

Because they mean more than the world to me,
For them, forever I am true,
I would walk through Hell if one of them asked me to,
Because I am me,
And you are you......

Is there just a small reference to me? :P

*squish*

(but in a nice way)

*small smile* here*offers her a friendship ring blushing*

:blush:

*takes ring, runs and hides*

*calls after her* if you ever need me, even if it's just for a chat just give me a bell,
*blushes and runs himself*

*snirg* :D :D :D

snirg?

Read it backwards dear boy, read it backwards.

grins? why do you grin?

Any help at all?

loads.....*mutters it's true you know into his shirt and blushes again...he pretends to b looking at the sky*

:D

*hugs* ;)

Oo-er. I think the wink was a bit much...

Hey!!!!!

:P

its like hugwithbuttsqueeze :P

*hugs Dl* :P

*hugs back*

Ah, I love having good friendy friends!

Thank you...i try...

Insomnia

Insomnia racks me,
but it is better than my dreams,
for my betrayal haunts me again
and I have to wonder if I'm sane.

I walk in a delirious state,
I sit in the agony of lost time,
not truely awake, nor truely asleep,
In my mind a dark light shines.

Because it was worse for me by far,
I did not want her for her own sake,
but for a girl, a forgotten star,
For Rachel, the one I wanted, the one I needed,
I allowed a ghost to lead me to bed.

I begged and pleaded,
with myself the next day,
for the betrayal was worse, you see?
Because to me it was Rachel, not Jade,
I shouldn't have done it, everything in good in me,
rebels against the dark act that I commited,
Yet still it happened, still it was me.

Who am I now?
For I have betrayed,
For the first time in my life,
My founding moral broken upon the wind,
I do not sleep, for I see that moment replayed,
Where do I now begin?

I knew who I was once,
before everything I did, three morals stayed,
Never hit a woman, nor break my word, nor betray,
on that my life was relayed.

One has been broken,
and now my sanity is a token,
My sanity lost,
What moral will next
Pay the ultimate cost?

The Gentleman

The gentleman I knew is gone,
The armour of my faith in him is corroded,
It has fallen away from loss of trust,
Eaten by betrayal, covered in rust.

It is worse because I hate,
I hate myself for doing what I did
in that moment weak,
In one dark moment betrayed,
My darkness consuming, my lust did sate.

I looked for a friend, a hope,
For loosing one of the only things I had left,
In Jade, my body found Rachel,
and to my greatest shame,
I stayed.

When I told my friend of my grief, my loss,
He gave up our friendship, on a whim, to a coin toss,
One who I never thought would hurt, betray,
Destroyed our friendship on that day.

I was weak, in need,
But still, my words, you did not heed,
What makes it worse, is the thing that haunts,
Walking her down the isle, I play in my head,
If that were to happen, who would I want stand by me,
In your stead?

In the Gentlemens stead, a husk lives on,
But is the nobility dead?
And once I thought we could work it out,
But everytime someone mentions it
I am reminded again of the betrayals,
To Rachel, To Jade, To our friendship.

This confuses me the most,
for no other since my dark haired fiancee,
Had I ever taken into my uptmost confidence,
And I cannot know if the Gentlemen truely is dead
Has the laughing monkey taken his head?
Is the Gentlemen always gone now
buried upon the hill?

Has he simply dissapeared
A ghost in his stead?

I sense that this is a pointed comment, as well as a poem

Which one?

the last one of course.


*hug* to make GC feel better about himself. It may not work, but its the thought that counts

*hug back*

The black fire of my soul rips out and consumes,
The people around my, yeah they don’t understand,
Your innocence my darkness consumes
Even as you lend me a hand.

No drugs or drink to fog my mind,
Say if you want to love me,
And I’ll throw you crashing
Through the nearest door flying.

Because if Rachel was the queen,
Then she is now the queen of the dying,
And if that’s true then I, in my bed lying,
Am the King of crying.

No love, no peace no solace, no excuse,
All family I refuse,
All friendships I abuse,
Your feelings to me confuse.
My life, a drug of miss use,

Remember the boy, who braved the fire,
Remember the man on the pyre,
Remember a soul pure without flaw,
I drew life’s short straw.

Because though I should feel pain,
Though I should love life I cannot,
My soul has been shot,
My life is not now worth a jot.

Because the sad truth is,
That boy who ran fearless into an inferno,
He died long ago; it just goes to show,
That you never know.

I died long ago,
I am a ghost waiting for my death to come,
Because you just can’t see,
The ghost in old skin.
You just don’t know,
I died long ago.
I died long ago.

:( soo sad but gd. well done.. :)

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