Ridges inbed in skin
Would you miss me if I were dead?
Hurt mutually if I bled?
Reminisce of times shared
Would my memorial be remissable upon decay?
I'm forgettable anyway
I'm not a prophet nor a poet
Struggled but lived life to its fullest
In hopes that someday someone might notice
I'm not afraid to live and don't fear death!
I'm not scared of being alone
Long since grown numb to the world
My only fear's not being remembered
Or mourned for beyond the grave
Because I'm already fading away
Falling further into nothingness's embrace
There is nothing beyond the grave
The afterlife's not what they say
Stone walls of black and grey
There is nothing beyond the grave
The afterlife's not what they say
Stone walls of black and grey
