Of all the years,amidst the fears,
A drift the unknown,as metal turns brown,
There comes a day,that you will pray,
As you cry,and pain pry's,
Pounces and strikes your heart.
As you watch me lie there motionless.
Remember the jokes,and pokes.
The hidden anger,the days asunder.
The intimate moments,monthly ailments.
Were just but a preparation for this day of hurt.
Gone i will be,will you talk about me?
Don't mourn at length,preserve the strength,
You'll need it,as i get lowered to the pit.
I hope you never,regret anything we did together,
Those are past days,this is just, One day.
By M.O.O aka Carswell Evol
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