Wednesday, November 4, 2009

On Your Grave, I Shall Mourn.

The times you spoke,
The times you saw.
Do you see what I am?
Or assumption's at hand.
The anger released,
The times you knew.
Will you be sorry?
Or the words won't mean a thing?

On your grave, I shall mourn.
Only if I feel like it.
A demotivated child,
Who does not see the point.

An engravement done by him,
Would be the love set for eternity.
An engravement done by him,
Would be tempted to break the tombstone.
The afterlife will a painful one,
The afterlife will be torturous.
But since the day he was born,
He was in hell already.

On your grave, I shall mourn.
Only if I feel like it.
A demotivated child,
Who does not see the point.

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