To Be Remembered

My death was your desire
I was nothing but a tool
I was cast in the fire
known as the Fool

This was my fate...
But after I die...
Will I still feel this hate?
Will nobody cry?

Will the memories go away
and the times ever rust?
As nobody stays
and I gather the dust

To be remembered
I pray for reply
before my dismembered
Soul will the cry, for the chance to wither and die