When I am gone will these words still remain?
Pure thought without a voice or merriment;
What if my life was all for this refrain?
An angel sifted neurons in my brain,
To seek for aught of which I should repent;
When I am gone will these words still remain?
My demons tunnelled through me like a train,
Cajoling me to do their ill portent;
What if my life was all for this refrain?
My haunted past still lingered like the rain
And soaked me in a wave of malcontent;
When I am gone will these words still remain?
My soul was but a solitary grain,
That bloomed to grow until it's time was spent;
What if my life was all for this refrain?
Beyond my years, when long my bones have lain
Past living years of those who may lament,
When I am gone will these words still remain?
What if my life was all for this refrain?
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
When I am gone will these words still remain?
Pure thought without a voice or merriment;
What if my life was all for this refrain?
An angel sifted neurons in my brain,
To seek for aught of which I should repent;
When I am gone will these words still remain?
My demons tunnelled through me like a train,
Cajoling me to do their ill portent;
What if my life was all for this refrain?
My haunted past still lingered like the rain
And soaked me in a wave of malcontent;
When I am gone will these words still remain?
My soul was but a solitary grain,
That bloomed to grow until it's time was spent;
What if my life was all for this refrain?
Beyond my years, when long my bones have lain
Past living years of those who may lament,
When I am gone will these words still remain?
What if my life was all for this refrain?
