Can cease without a thought or notion
And we find ourselves in the worst of places
Our thoughts are held in hidden spaces
Those left behind in fear and shock
Are left with only memories, and that is all
We work to rid ourselves of tears and trembling
Finding solace in thoughts that our worlds ending
Might bring us closer to those that left before
We lay our dead is sequined cases
And bury them in the prettiest places
Hoping to show the world around how beautiful they are
Wheather we truly knew them or not
And so we leave another behind
And we'll sit around and wait to die
So that we can see each other again
Or at the the very least we can pretend
That this world isn't the last
I send my goodbyes to you now
Hoping that you'll find rest somehow
And thought I don't know where you are
I know you've played your part.
Farewell John Runions.
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