The Messenger

A signal, a sign
Days of Roses and Wine
Long gone
What went wrong?

We grew apart
Wrong from the start
Wishes and dreams
Now tears and screams

Life is absurd
From what I've heard
Here yesterday
Gone today

Maybe next life
I'll get it right
Ashes in urn
My body burned

All this for death
There's nothing left
Grist for the mill
Thoughts please be still

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