Death of Tomorrow
The death of tomorrow
brings my soul great sorrow
and so I must ask myself
why am I in this mode of stealth.
The death of yesterday
brings my soul pain today
and so I begin to ask him
why is life so dark and dim.
He stares deep into my soul
and it's there I see what he's stole
A single tear escapes me
and I am all but free.
And so the death of my past
is but a reflection that will last
and so I ask everyone around,
would you forget me when I'm down.
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