His thoughts go to the past
a happy childhood
that didn't last
Love given freely now revoked
"It's ok. I'd hate me too"
He choked
Snapped back to the present
as his thought burn
sometimes there aren't happy endings
no lessons learned
To be faded then forgotten.
He hopes
His remembrance will be
Repressed then Rotten
As his life fades so does the pain
the panic of eternal rest
coursing through his veins
No more asking why
The question spoiled
The day hope died
And now his pain
Repressed then rotten
Eternity to be spent
Faded the forgotten
Saturday, September 27, 2008
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