By Marshall Hann
Submitted by Blessed23
Date: 2014 Oct 22
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I am leaving you
with your headlights pointed
into some random darkness
that you still can't understand
and I am still sitting here
how you could possibly be
so blind
as it takes
to do
what you've done.
Child, beautiful innocence of namelessness,
don't forget to wake up
and tell the bastards
that it isn't what we thought it would be,
we were never an urgency,
just a memory
of what could have been,
we were always a moment
of what should have been.

(Goodbye, miracle of my past,
you always had me,
even while I was eaten alive
by what little remains
of this
that there is.
and now
You go willfully to rest
with dust