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Peter Dallas May 2015
Forsaken be the last tears
As we’re heading for tomorrow
We wished to stay forever in yesterday
Consumed in our desperate thoughts
And once vivid pictures in our minds
Somehow will forever fade by the time

What we believed of disaster changed
And took a form of a greater tragedy
The voices that raised high to prevent,
Now choke in front of the loss unfair
But the eyes remain still wet
Forsaken be the last tears

Oh! Moments before desperation
I beg thee in infinity forever to remain
Never to come back, I silently pray
Repelled be thy works of horror
And if the stride of time ends,
Who shows that really cares?
Forsaken be the last tears

Youth once again withered, departed
Flickered but in the end went off
Dwindled away to unknown ways
Life stumbled and surrendered
And we still count the numbers
But we loose the meanings
Forsaken be the last tears

The grand opus of our age
I wish I couldn’t understand
And if spring once meant renaissance
Now just became a synonym of loss
And siren’s voice reminds our flaws
Suddenly we’ve lost control
Forsaken be the last tears
Alissa Rogers Mar 2012
A block in my heart angers my hand.
I cannot write, I cannot write!
I fear i'll find no respite tonight.
All of my letters melt into sand.
They are a black hole: everything and nothing.
We are but star dust the Sun sheds off his skin.
We struggle through our lives fighting our original sin.
I cannot write, I cannot write.
I know i'll find no respite tonight.
My words are everything and nothing.
ne·pen·the  (n-pnth)
n.
1. A drug mentioned in the Odyssey as a remedy for grief.
2. Something that induces forgetfulness of sorrow or eases pain.

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