I'm merely a memory
Of a being that once existed
What I leave behind
Is my body and family
But what does it matter?
When a "regular" human dies
We'll eventually forget
Most humans aren't in the history books
Eventhough they're dead
We try so hard to survive
In this society of destruction
But what we leave behind
Are the memories
the demons of the mind
Cry little boy
Death is a human thing
Your lost, beloved mum
Is above you
Waiting untill you'll come
I'm merely a memory
Of a being that once existed
What I leave behind
Is my body and my family
We try so hard to survive
In this society of destruction
But what we leave behind
Are the memories
the demons of the mind
I don't want to be left behind
When everyone dies
I don't want to be the lonely one
Of which you heard the cries
Every night, every evening and morning
In my dreams, I stil see the dead
The ones I love and loved
That makes me sad
They look so real
I try to touch them
But they turn into shadows
Of the great people they once were
The shadows turn into ashes
From which they'll never rise
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Depraved Lullabies
Poetrythe thing he'd die for he dies by These are the depraved lullabies from my dreams. - this poetry collection is featured on @StoriesUndiscovered! READ AT OWN RISK CONTAINS TRIGGER WARNING TOPICS
