The footprints of forgotten souls,
Will line the soil one day.
They leave bloody words on the walls,
And this is what they'll say...
This is where I was one day,
Where I was forgotten.
Where I fell and my bones decay,
My flesh is now rotten.
As my face contorts with pain,
My soul begins to rise.
The mind torn and frayed,
I left a supernatural stain.
So now I'm cursed to wander,
No longer allowed,
To touch your sweet face,
To feel your soft embrace.
Soft breezes are their breath,
You shiver and shake.
They try to give you a taste of death,
But, like before, you turn away.
------- Author's Notes -------
This thought came to me, as a dream. What if people were just forgotten, and never thought of again? What if the world was to be so cruel, and make us disappear...
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