Cant we live, without these thoughts of the dead.
Remembering everyone, and all the things they siad.
Peace of mind is all i want, and it never seems to come.
Forgetting where i am, and where im from.
Is this normal, or am i left out.
Left in the never region, filled with doubt.
Challenged with looming death, and all that it brings.
Tearing through my flesh, looking for my lost wings.
Crying and screaming, for a different way to see.
Searching and roaming, for a different way to be.
By the time its gone, it will all start over again.
Stepping aside, waiting for the end.
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