A bleeding heart does not yet mourn,
Though waiting for death to unpleasantly dawn.
Circles of revelation may prove a truthful decline,
Let limestone now claim this place a new shrine.
You wept upon a soul now silently rest in peace,
Did you once believe you'd beg upon your knees?
Had anyone answered such an event would not have occurred,
And you wouldn't be echoing in a voice unheard.
Unpleasant memories are what they always bring,
To relive what once had passed - In a shrill cry they sing.
You thought they'd understand what it felt to lose someone close,
But all they know is to turn a blind face as though they feel they shall impose.
Deceit is the only word that comes to mind,
You can try and run but your blood is what I'll find.
For every bit of hate that fills an entire being,
It's a new wave of another that you shall soon be seeing.
You may have wept for those now fallen,
As their residual emotions spread like pollen.
Upon your feet they would bear their pain,
Would you rather be selfish and lift the cane?
For this was a hateful place soon to thrive,
You cannot forget that one cannot survive.
For death will beckon with it's demanding claw,
Stealing your soul till there remains nothing more....