They Cry in Dark


That moment I was alive,
When I was cut into pieces,
Story of my worthless life,
Got mentioned in various theses.
About my cries they didn’t care,
Crowd was cared, at me no stare.
They stood for ‘n now cry in dark,
Tears fall on and make a spark.
Carefully observe their every action,
All memories lay under protection.
Mine were they, now couldn’t be,
Letting them suffer gone is me.
C.K as oliver

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