To Be Forgotten

To Be Forgotten

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Zuletzt aktualisiert Mo., Juni 22, 2015

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The growing moon A chill arises From where, we know not But it is predicting our fate Is foretelling our doom The wind whispers Sending shivers down Blood red eyes, walk closer Let me see into the past Walk with me Fire crackles within eyes As they call, Join me, play with me! Something sparks Howling Yowling Crying They fade Like memories Never to be remembered Striking fear Into into her heart Laughter As empty as they seem, Vow a silent promise I sense the end is near Once you scream That fateful phrase We shall be strung together 'Till death we part I ponder on when The world's light will end When the sins will drown Swallowed whole When death is close Staring through a window When bones cry Colder than stone When time is about to die All hope is lost When the time has come And your prayers are lost When you shall be forgotten Like me ~ No one would believe that a little girl wrote this poem. And that little girl is me.

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