Eriatarka

Pyaemia

All you say is

Life’s future tense

You’ve gone to waste

At your expense

The plan you gave

Is lost and torn

The scars are

Shown from the

Break of dawn

You’re the one

Whose lies are real

Your lies became

All words you said

Whats past is past

From our distance

From 16 minutes

Your life’s revisits

The plan you gave

Is lost and torn

The scars are

Shown from the

Break of dawn

Two sons are gone

As she remains

She breathes the gas