Squander
Wasted potential Squander all of your years Counting down the hours Until none are left Trial by fire, burned by the flame Left in cold to rot in shame Left with the memory -- the gift is dead Traumatized, paralyzed Struggling well does not exist There is no point of living If I live for the grave Cheap pleasure is all that remains Nothing of use to gain My day is gone My sun is gone
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026
Near and dead Gone away Traveled round Never thought of again Spun across An Ocean That is cruel In separation Love lost My closest Dead and Gone away Traveled round Disappeared
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 02, 2026