måndag 7 oktober 2013

My body is old,
And I feel weary.
There is nothing left.
Just a hallow shell.

I let fear take the best of me.
It's kindess taking the toll.
Society won't remember me.
In a few years.
Neither will they.
Neither will I.

Autumn will pass into winter,
And everything will be quiet in the dark city.
I smile for the worse.
But what am I supposed to do?
When I don't have any other way to go?
The only way back.
Is the only way out.

Do you remeber me?
Like you used to do?
Or am I forgotten?
Like I use to be..

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