F I R E | F U R Y

Give way to a restless churn

Wasted years for a lifeless worm

Left with nothing but a choice

No breathe in my lungs to even voice

That it feels as though I’m all alone

Only me and my fading tombstone

Suffocation was all of their doing

They will pay for these wrongdoings

Except I lay here buried under a sixth foot

They continue to pile on the soot

Only one in this story is suffering

The hope of what should have been hovering

Over my lifeless shell

I am to blame for this isolated hell

Death to the old man, in with the new

“Here lies what remains of him – his hopes and dreams too”

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