Waste
By Fujimi
Blood runs thicker;
Set it free.
It's past peripheral vision,
It's all your fault . . .
It's not the way you were supposed to be.
You're still there,
Always and forever alone.
This was not how it was supposed to be.
Blood runs thinner;
You will run away—
You will escape.
No more memories . . .
All of those wasted years.
05 July 2006