Death’s Past

Sometimes the past is better off buried
Buried deep in an unmarked grave
In a field where the shadows don't linger
But the light of darkness paves the way
Don't go to that place with a
familar face
For time there does not exist
The cold chills of the wind of
The lost souls who were not let in,
But dying to be missed
The past of grief that haunts the living
The past lessons that taught us to cry
The ones who live in the future
Are the keepers of God's eyes
The past lives on regardless,
Even though it has died a thousand deaths
The death of the unknowing,
The death of enternal sleepiness.

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