With memories I barely remember
With folktales you tell me, farther
With all the trust we lay upon each other
With all the pain we made together
I left you, and your memories behind
Hoping to start new, this time
I held the bloodily rose within my bares
Knowing nothing is better, too plain
...and I.
I said.
I felt the moist within my palms
I felt the emptiness spreading through my brain
I felt the inquiry you held in your sight
I felt the hurt deep inside.
... and I.
I stoped.
There was no I, from the start
so why begin now, all too foolish
I smiled and left, not turning back this time
There was no I, from the start.
--
Shakespeare --- So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on men
And, Death once dead there's no more dying then ---
And so I remain staring,
waiting, for somone to walkby and tell me the answer
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