it goes away
and the stain is real... and nothing is perfect so nobody lies....
you might remember to forget, but then you'd have to remember you can't recall... in the slightest
you leave your fingerprints on mars
it does you harm, and that's the atom in the soup of your ridiculous life !
god is that Guy who  panicked
and shot you in
the head

and These
are the tender mercies... and nothing is real so perfection lies...
you might keep the skin of your shadow
but know one
that absolutely no one
gets out a
Life.