Forgotten

 Many a days ago,
My flesh began to rotten.
As I await, In this grave,
I see no flowers, I'm forgotten.

'Tis nothing more, but faint memory.
Since I've been placed into this infernal box.
Though seems its been a century.
Alone here with my thoughts.

The mind it starts to wander Like,
What was I, When breathing?
I only know of words,
but now they've lost all meaning.

Just a hole where time, Is of the plenty,
and hope is nowhere near.
Though my heart is no more beating,
I still can taste the tears.

By darkheartmagic

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