Dead
Bam.
I died,
They cried,
My pride, smeared,
My life, disappeared,
And into the ground I hide,
With only my sins by my side,
And with fear I was obliged to adhere,
With no other direction I could possibly steer
And as I lay rotting in my own destiny,
The others forgot, felt no empathy,
Was it my fate to be forgotten?
Planned since I was begotten?
Or is there an end in sight,
A place with no fright,
But I lay there instead,
In the ground, spread,
Inbed in my grave,
I still had lain,
Dead.
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