☞︎□︎❒︎♑︎□︎⧫︎⧫︎♏︎■︎
Nothing less, nothing more
I’m such a mess; my whole existence is a lore.
My calls of distress are washed away like sand on the sea shore.
No magic that I possess will get me out of this eyesore.
It’s anyone’s guess but I predict I shall be here forevermore.
*No one came
Dark, darker, darker yet.
Give me anything, well or threat.
Give me a spark to brighten up this gloomy palette.
Give me a second chance, my head is full of regret.
Someone, help! Anyone who didn’t forget…
*No one heard
Interesting is it not?
No matter how hard I had fought,
No matter how much fame I sought,
My name forgotten and me disappear in a trit-trot.
All my effort for remembrance were for naught.
*Time moves on, people move forward
Time is gone, I’m stuck on the border
Ordinary is it not?
I’ve gotten used to people speak of my name from earshot.
I’ve gotten used to people whispering about shadows of a figure so distraught.
I’ve gotten used to people talk about my work without much thought.
Yet no one can join the dots.
*But no one heard
Bright, brighter, brighter yet.
Take me, whole or just a part so slight.
Take me out of this darkness and into the light.
Take me to from the shades of black and white.
Yes, come closer, dear stranger who knows of my plight…
*But no one came
Nothing more, nothing less.
Creator of the Core, a machine of success.
Praised hero postwar, never fails to impress.
But what’s it all for when no one remember nonetheless,
Nevermore existent, even I have to address.
☠︎□︎⧫︎♒︎♓︎■︎♑︎
