Whisper myself to death,
In a dream,
In a forgotten world,
Lingering memories,
Of a time before...
Sounds of horror,
Screams of pain,
Loving reminders
Of what I was,
Perhaps never again
Dying and smiling
Falling and hoping
Burry me not with the dead
Leave me not to rott,
With the damned,
I wish not to disturb their sleep,
Because of my weltered soul
That may awaken them all...
After all is said and done
Remembering,
Perhaps now hoping
More likely, bloodletting
A cold breeze inspires
The awakening
Of a long gone soul
Doubting its own existence...
Futile
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