Terminus of Tears

The fifth bell hasn't rang since I can't remember when. The sorrowful life is endless. It goes and it goes and it goes. Like oceans of sweat pouring from spheres of golden blue. Behind those I hide. They forgot me as easily as building a statue around a black bell. The fifth bell hasn't rang since I can't remember when. They forgot me as easily as pulling a veil over eyes. It's not even opaque. I bet I forget just as easily. I bet I can. As simply as the tide turns and turns and fades into vanishing dribbles and the dry, dry desert sand. The fifth bell hasn't rang since I can't remember when.