Requiem

Its no longer about anger.

My vindication has long sense been replaced by disapointment

You try to offer your hand
But your gift is a ghost

I buried it long ago

And there its tombstone lies..
In the graveyard of my mind

I visit the graves from time to time
but I visit yours most

And your gift haunts me in the form of this requiem

To whom, who once full but is now hallow

To whom, who once offered sincere words but now mean nothing

To whom, who preached proudly, but actions never fallowed

To whom, who has nothing left to offer, but empty words

I say forever good bye and farewell