Memory of a child at play

We had a spring
And summer didn't last long
And winter was coming for us

You were a lonely man

I loved  you and still remember

all those days

Growing up was useless
Getting old intolerable
Most people you met couldn't see you, although some did

Your pain ate at you all the time, So you tried to kill it off
Which didn't work. So you killed yourself, motherfucker.

Those who remember you

will think of you not as a hollow man, but as a soul, lost and violent

Now that you've left
Grant yourself some peace of mind,
Indefinite leave-

Leave of hatred, Leave of misery
Leave of the idiocy of repetitive thoughts

Sleep, my boy. Play with the mermaids.



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