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