Those Long Forgotten

The tears of those who you've long forgotten;
The Color of your eyes, the Coldness of your Stare.
They've dripped into a puddle of Immortal Blood;
They linger.... No existence..... no stare.

Just the winds echo their Screams of Sorrows;
Through the waifed Ice, Bird flown, air....
For those as we all know......
On the winds of Soul filled Rhythm, and music;
Had none, nor ever will have, the Reason to Care.

About those tears of who they've long forgotten;
the Color of their eyes, the Coldness of their Stare.


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