By Jaystone

Alas my friend,

I say goodbye

Forever we were around

Playing these simple remissions

Again and again.

I look over my shoulder

Running ever so fast

Being chased away by Lucifers mother,

See her rising from beyond another.

Where am I going?

Where am I going?

Frantically I call to whomever,

Have I been here before?

Have I been here before?

No one has the correct answer.

Gone are the days of yore,

Passing away by a national whore

Life is an experience

Lived then died

A legacy of whatever felt fine.