Fade;
Death forces a sheet upon us.
Forever some shall remain as memories,
Others shall fall as clouds; forgotten?
Time alone heals no wounds.
Fall or fade as you may,
Death will conquer us all someday.
The withered fingers,
With wretched grip
Steals upon its newest victim.
Grabs him by the neck.
Forces, force your soul downward.
Fiery glances before your demise.
When one said "it is never too late to say goodbye."
They must have lied.
You scream a final farewell.
A daunting fate has always portrayed you.
Falling back, with clouds.
Some say they could never forget those who are tossed away.
Some pray they'll never cross paths with a dark creature such as yourself.
Falling deeper into demise,
You're fading fast.
The dead are never forgotten.
You're always on someones mind.
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