ramchives
He who once heralded as me,
Has long since lost the key,
Buried beneath memories worth millions,
Waiting for the day he'll finally break free...
Yet forced to drag his limbs through yet another day,
Let it be determinism, let it be solipsism,
Whatever convinces him to stay.
He who once walked with peace,
Now finds himself scattered in pieces.
Things went downhill,
Way below the belt,
Grief so grim even iron would melt.
Yet he survives... and stays another day.
Because.....
He who once heralded as me,
Has long since lost the key,
Buried beneath memories worth millions,
Waiting for the day he'll finally break free...