Two hundred seventy four days,
And it's all by gone.
Everything is slowly dying
The flame is suddenly dying.
As the tears are slowly drying.
And all that is left...
Is a fading soul
So bold once was.
So lost now is.
Soon very soon
Legions will be made.
Heroes will be raised
Only if they last
Long after this...
Fading soul
The countdown still on,
Stop watch not stopping
Only the soul is fading
And memories, forgotten partially.
The special and specific especially.
Science says,
Today is a tomorrow
Of just a yesterday and
a yesterday of tomorrow.
So we shall meet again.
And spark these once
Faded soulmatish feeling
Of a fading soul.
@patrixpoetry
