The Faces Fade

The faces come, and the faces fade,

the faces come and so I begin to hate.

The days have all come to pass,

but sill memory sits upon my chest.

My heart beat stutters,

against the weight upon my chest.

Everyday comes to waste,

everyday I've come to hate,

Time tells me I can never regress,

time shows me things

I can never forget.

     DannYetman
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