Drink myself into oblivion, Let me be the forgotten son. The forgotten one; I will soon be forgotten and gone.
Gone from you, gone from this place; I want to be gone from this space with no kind of grace. I want to find out if Heaven is real or just a myth on a piece of paper. I believe, I don’t believe, I will believe when I meet my maker.
I thought I knew how to belong, Now all I do is wrong And all I feel inside is, I want to be gone.
Now we are gone to become the ones, Who disappeared, like we have become God’s. Our skeletons shall be the only mark we leave on this planet, My poetry my only indent on this Earth; My existence will disappear when the electricity is gone.
Thinking about you shows me how little I knew you. Who are you? What did you believe? What did you do? Any question answered, it’s all in front of our eyes; Still we cannot choose which question to ask. Which question is right?
You may call it intuition, or you may call it a day, But there is nobody left to call when they have all been sent away. We live in but a second, we exist for an instant; We are soon to be gone, so make a good impression. We are here, then soon enough our time has been spent; We never accomplish all our goals, before our death sets in.
Now I am gone; I am higher than the sun. I walk alongside God; I am humble before Him/Her and all I want is to not be forgotten.