Thursday, March 28, 2013

Forgotten


To be forgotten, to exist no more
To step out through the one-way door
I beg the pardon of the universe
So dignifying, into flames I burst

Am I but a lie and truth my greatest foe
Or merely just a thought, a simple energy flow
A wayward dream that some ill-wind blows
Into the hearts of lost and lonely souls

Perhaps to be forgotten is to cease to exist
As if I’ve been erased from some sort of list
And all that’s left of me as I slowly fade away
Is the pain of living out these final guilty days ?

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