Seneca
Palehorse
In speaking with this mirror image in the picture frameYour black and whites so remind of that pale horseFather, I've fallen from graceYour the only reason I have becomeThis martyr to all those left behind in your wakeAs I come to bear the cross of all your burdensWhat you destroyed was so much more than createSo I repentI will turn blood into wine, and we will drink in remembrance of youOur memories will fade in time, but the widow lives on aloneIn speaking with this father figure in the picture frameI wonder now if you are gone, or if you were everA fading shadow in the walls of our consciousness,Only the consequence remains...I will turn these memories to ashes and breathe them in for strengthYou left me alone, in a world we didn't know, and now my mothers eyes roam, and my brothers abandonedYou left me alone, and my brothers abandoned
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