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Waste Away
I know I’ll surely waste away.
When you tire of me, someday.
By the light of the moon,
Death will feed me the spoon.
I’ll be part of the soil again soon.
Return back to mother earth’s womb.
This rose has all but wilted.
Things are not coming up anymore.
I’ll bow my head down to sleep.
Ghostly footsteps creep.
On a fresh grave.
I’ve wasted away too soon.
Oh the tranquillity of translucently.
What should I do,when one can see right through?
A victim of a secondhand passion.
Why didn’t I ration?
This rose has wilted.
My head yearns for the grave.
My tears, My petals fall. Discarded.
Exacttly how I’ve felt and continue to feel.
Back to the almighty mother.
Where my days first begun.
Stick the fork in me I’m done.
There’s no need for words,
Your presence says enough.
Your more then I could ever ask for.
Yet, I’ve wasted away.
