Dead minds becoming aware,
glazed eyes beginning to stare,
it's the makings of a nightmare
and alone to much to bear.
Your thoughts are left to die alone,
your heart is meant to turn to stone,
deep inside you have always known
that your memories are death prone.
Tangled, dead memories stay,
ripping, dead memories play,
as time runs out look away
from your fading minds dismay.
glazed eyes beginning to stare,
it's the makings of a nightmare
and alone to much to bear.
Your thoughts are left to die alone,
your heart is meant to turn to stone,
deep inside you have always known
that your memories are death prone.
Tangled, dead memories stay,
ripping, dead memories play,
as time runs out look away
from your fading minds dismay.
Pitiful_Anonymous
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