Words on tombstones
Life echos slow inside of my decaying flesh,
Death flows and grows inside,spraying ash..
..Thoughts decompose,memories erode under the burden of cascading time,
I'm drained of life like a weathered rose..an old metaphor for a fading rhyme..
Eyes start to close,veins corrode as heartbeats are degrading inside,
But some questions arose, a few thoughts before i die..
..What did I live for?What did i achieved?
Did i live for the family i adore?At least that's what I believed..
But now i see that once I die,and everyone who knows me dies..is like I never lived,never existed..
No memory of me that glows in someone's eyes..like i never was concieved,no memory of me that persisted..
No page in history will carry my name,
It's like I was a summer rain,like I lived in vain,
I'll be just another mistery, scratches engraved on a grave..
I'll just be a slave to a place where forever i'll remain..
Time will erase my face,my flesh..leaving just some consumed bones,
Because we live in a place,where entire lifes resume in words on tombstones.
It's like i never was..
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"Eyes close as as he gives his last breath in this world,
Soon,all will be left of him..is just a few words."