• All alone in a dark abyss,
    being to remember all the things I'd missed.
    Fuzzy memories fill my mind,
    of my lost and forgotten time.
    Hurled into this world of the unforgiving,
    asking, is it worth living.
    This is the land of the morbid,
    everything seems so horrid.
    Within the catacombs of the brain,
    its there lost and in vein.
    For there is a bloodline,
    that withstands the test of time.
    A cycle that never ends,
    left to wonder where it beings.
    Unknown by all concusious masses,
    until their short life passes.
    For those whos time as gone by,
    racid eyes tell no lie.
    Refreshment of a mind, rotted,
    revels things lost and forgotten.
    The truth set free,
    but it will not forever be.
    locked by new eyes again,
    hiding the truth of where it all began.
    For it is in the back of eveyone's head,
    We were once all dead.