Forgotten
At the bottom of the deepest hell Lay A soulless body, Losing its track of life In the darkness of hole. Weak breathes trying To leave that wounded chest Breath, hail, let it go. The dark smokes next to the Heart, dying to leave, Leave that rottening thing Covered with blood, Useless. Afraid of What comes next? Weren't you afraid of what You've already done? Shame! No kind of regret will fix that broken soul, You fractionated it to pieces Smaller than the little dusts. Blown away by the hot breezes Of that dry hole, whistling Ghostly echoes, ready To carry that damned soul, and let that stained body Remaining under everybody's Feet. Forgotten.