Always Forgotten.
Road kill.
Death has hit me
And I'm decaying away
Forever forgotten on this highway
No one wants to scrape what's left of me off this highway
And bury me properly
Their all too busy
Driving from here to there
While I lay here.. ever so quietly
Decaying with the depressing company of silence
Time stands still
When you're road kill.
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