Oh things lost
and long forgotten
Thoughts I could never quite catch
I ask you to forgive me, i could never clench
my fingers around you.Your whispers brush me,
now i feel it clearly,
and for that I thank you dearly,
although I can't understandAnything you say, dear,
I can't seem to comprehend, I fear
the ones above have left me in the end
And as I move frenetic
my limbs shake, I think I'll have it
without too much complaining,
I won't feel dreadBut now I think I'm dead
and all the utterings you let
me hear
are slipping under my forgetful brain
and layers of despair and disdainKeep me warm in this night, mere
murmurs here now fight
for my attention and all
I always kept under controlAs my last breath leaves me,
i beg you to repeat the
utterings that followed me all time.
Remember that I thank you dearly
and my thoughts will leave before
my mind can finally let go and then relax.
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pissy buckets of shitty poetry
De Todoim italian so there might be mistakes this shit contains everything so uhh