My mind runs like a waterfall on a stormy night
Smooth yet distressed
Would anybody remember if i left today
would they see that chair missing in the class
Does anyone see me now
or am i just slowly F a d i n g
The things to which i hold are are shaking
My hans hard grasp sofening
What would they say if i was gone today
Would they say anything, would they notice?
Remembered by the blood, or by the words
Remembered by the sight, or the memories
Remembered by the Love, or hate
Eternal sleep would bring here for after peace
Someone to take my non existent place
Would i Even be remembered?