Lonesome Once Departed
Ummm... I was kind of depressed when I wrote this, but that is why I like it!
My life turned to ashes
And thrown into the rain,
Sifting through the lies,
The anger, and the pain.
What's left of my remains
Is covered by a stone,
Left to live through death,
Unwanted and alone.
The memories of the living
Are burried unto death,
Whose shadowed, gauntly figure
Has stolen my last breath.
And thrown into the rain,
Sifting through the lies,
The anger, and the pain.
What's left of my remains
Is covered by a stone,
Left to live through death,
Unwanted and alone.
The memories of the living
Are burried unto death,
Whose shadowed, gauntly figure
Has stolen my last breath.
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