Published Apr 19th, 2015, 4/19/15 5:15 pm
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Those who fade into nothingness blend in with the background
A thought that crosses the mind, not even for a second
To be forgotten, you aren't remembered in memories
You are just a face that someone can recall as familiar, but is quickly dismissed as being a stranger
You seem to not exist in the lives of those you are close to
You have been erased from minds
Being forgotten is being lost within yourself
Not remembering who you were, or who you are for that matter
You simply have no trace of yourself
Sitting alone against the darkness of the cheerless grey walls,
Wind rippling through tattered rags soaked in torments of my past
Tears streaming through the vineyard cracks littering the halls
Humanity left my soul, anger abundant had been cast
Upon my being for I am a prisoner of life.
Tl;dr
A forgotten king of a desert civilisation was bound by his anger and frustration and turned into a Caracal with a Scorpions Tail.
Gender | Male |
Format | Java |
Model | Steve |
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But it's sooo tempting...