Like a forgotten shadow
When my breaths are but a whisper, my heart's last beat has rung,
And my soul, like a bird, from this world has flown and sung,
Let me be forgotten like a name nobody knows,
like a shadow that fades away, as the sun's light goes.
Let the world be cruel, as it's been all along,
A symphony of heartbreak, a never-ending song,
I never loved myself, so love is not what I seek,
like a flower that never bloomed, fragile and weak.
I don't want to heal, for the ones I held so close,
brought nothing but agony, an endless, painful dose,
like a storm that never ends, a nightmare that won't stop,
A wound that never heals, a never-ending crop.
Let my memory be like a tear that's soon to dry,
lost in the desert's sands, under the scorching sky,
I don't want to see tears, like a rain that falls and wails,
But rather let them dry like the desert's arid trails.
When my body merges to the earth's soil,
And my soul passes to the afterlife's royal,
Let the world forget me like a dream in the night,
A fleeting memory that fades with the morning light.
Let me be remembered like a shadow on a wall,
A ghostly presence, a reminder of life's cruel pall,
A momentary glimpse of the pain that we all share,
A memory that lingers like a whisper in the air.
© Plasmagrapes
And my soul, like a bird, from this world has flown and sung,
Let me be forgotten like a name nobody knows,
like a shadow that fades away, as the sun's light goes.
Let the world be cruel, as it's been all along,
A symphony of heartbreak, a never-ending song,
I never loved myself, so love is not what I seek,
like a flower that never bloomed, fragile and weak.
I don't want to heal, for the ones I held so close,
brought nothing but agony, an endless, painful dose,
like a storm that never ends, a nightmare that won't stop,
A wound that never heals, a never-ending crop.
Let my memory be like a tear that's soon to dry,
lost in the desert's sands, under the scorching sky,
I don't want to see tears, like a rain that falls and wails,
But rather let them dry like the desert's arid trails.
When my body merges to the earth's soil,
And my soul passes to the afterlife's royal,
Let the world forget me like a dream in the night,
A fleeting memory that fades with the morning light.
Let me be remembered like a shadow on a wall,
A ghostly presence, a reminder of life's cruel pall,
A momentary glimpse of the pain that we all share,
A memory that lingers like a whisper in the air.
© Plasmagrapes