There it is again
That misplaces trust
Those fake tears and testimonials
As the petals hit the lowly grave
I finally realized the true meaning
That not all loved you
Not that they care about you
The last smile in the twilight of a face
Was the clear truth about him
As he could hear hours of somber music
Sweet melody an escape to Vinland
The chords his true companion
And even as the classical played in the omnous room
Now dozen roses lay by his side
Streams of salty rivers poured and drencher the now dry concrete
But the sources fake like plastic roses
Don't cry upon my grave
As he took a last glance at reality
And took his last breath
They never loved me
Now that feeling awoke but his slumber was eternal....
By:Black.(k)night
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