Forgotten

Those Old Love Notes,
In The Dusty Case Thats Closed.
With Letters And Photos,
Bright, Cheerful Dreams. Locked Away, Yet Opened For Me To See.

You Know The Owners Have Passed?
And Though These Walls Have Seen It All,
No Words Are Whispered Into My Ears.

I Stand Below,
The Ceiling High,
The echos,
The Emptyness
And Fears.

The World Thats Left Inside This Place, Inhabitates My Nights Dreams.

I Step, I Creep,
Trying To Escape This Room.
I'm Choked To Think That One Day Too, I'll Be Gone,

My Soul Exact To This Dust.
Gone With My Answers,
With My Questions,
With My Thoughts, Dreams And Feelings.

Those Tired Little Words Never Being Heard,
That Pounding Last Wish Never Being Granted.

I'm A Memory,
And One Day That'll Be Forgotten Too.