Poem 52

Forsaken memories,

Of a different time we know.

Died in my eyes you see,

Nobody shall ever know.

No love found,

Even though we're still,

Love bound.

Remembering the distant creeks,

Oh those lovely hills,

How were we to know,

We were to sleep in pills?

Talking of the forgotten then,

How were we to know,

That we are the ones to melt,

In the forgotten hills of hell.

No eyes can truly see,

The memories we bleed.

-The Dead Revolutionary