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Bounds and bounds of names of the forgotten, I wandered through the dredges of solemn Wastes that had entangled my thoughts, The antagonistic braves of loss, The ones who’ve left ones petrified, The ones who’ve died, left crying alive, I have also forgotten each name, The false memory of these people, all the same, Dead is dead, this flair for the living, This selfishness bears no arrogance deceiving, I am one who welcomes death, This fortitude alarming to some who step, Along the edge of insanity, I am the abyss, the abyss is me. So strong I was, walking head high, Disregarding tokens left behind, Until a sight then stopped me cold, A sullen grave but marked ”Unknown.” - I couldn’t move, I was frozen in place, I was then proved, My heart, indeed, was laced. Not even I, who so asked for sleep, Could even stop tear From escaping me, I couldn’t stop but wont to weep. - Aside from the sorrow ”Unknown” had caused, What’s worse is that he had someone, Here I was, alone and hateful, Someone remembered, and was grateful, For the stone had upon it but five little roses, Alive and well, not dead like the others, Some person some where had remembered ”Unknown” So that not even ”he” was left alone. - Destroying everything I have believed, Spiteful, hateful, and aggrieved, I stepped back and cursed him in jealousy, Fell back, I tripped, shocked, and conceived, That perhaps I was thinking like a child, Everyone deserves there life so mild, Who was I to curse anyone? All in all, I wanted everything undone. - The real beauty in this situation, Is that no one earns stagnation, No one knew him when he was buried, But someone now shows care and hurried, To his site to show their love, I just hope he’s diseased, but Above.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
The Graveyard. Part IV: The Unmarked Stone.
Bounds and bounds of names of the forgotten, I wandered through the dredges of solemn Wastes that had entangled my thoughts, The antagonistic braves of loss, The ones who’ve left ones petrified, The ones who’ve died, left crying alive, I have also forgotten each name, The false memory of these people, all the same, Dead is dead, this flair for the living, This selfishness bears no arrogance deceiving, I am one who welcomes death, This fortitude alarming to some who step, Along the edge of insanity, I am the abyss, the abyss is me. So strong I was, walking head high, Disregarding tokens left behind, Until a sight then stopped me cold, A sullen grave but marked ”Unknown.” - I couldn’t move, I was frozen in place, I was then proved, My heart, indeed, was laced. Not even I, who so asked for sleep, Could even stop tear From escaping me, I couldn’t stop but wont to weep. - Aside from the sorrow ”Unknown” had caused, What’s worse is that he had someone, Here I was, alone and hateful, Someone remembered, and was grateful, For the stone had upon it but five little roses, Alive and well, not dead like the others, Some person some where had remembered ”Unknown” So that not even ”he” was left alone. - Destroying everything I have believed, Spiteful, hateful, and aggrieved, I stepped back and cursed him in jealousy, Fell back, I tripped, shocked, and conceived, That perhaps I was thinking like a child, Everyone deserves there life so mild, Who was I to curse anyone? All in all, I wanted everything undone. - The real beauty in this situation, Is that no one earns stagnation, No one knew him when he was buried, But someone now shows care and hurried, To his site to show their love, I just hope he’s diseased, but Above.
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Apr 23, 2013
Apr 23, 2013 at 7:08 PM UTC
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