The End Of The World

Forgotten

At first, it started with words that were painted true.

But that pure and innocent white, beneath, was tainted blue.

Although the lies bring smiles to the faces of those now gone,

the birds sing your song too well; truth is now in the wrong.

You’ve changed so much in the course of just a day,

Although the voice disappears,

the sounds still stay.

So I step outside of my mind to see things from a different side.

Because the way you ignore,

is too obvious.