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Into the Darkness


I won't be legend. I'll be left behind.

I'll fade away like the greyness of the sky.

I'll no longer have a flash in presence, rather only a reminder in history.

When I look back at everything, I wonder, will anyone ever miss me?

I was never perfect. I made mistakes. Once. Maybe twice.

I lied, A couple of hundred times.

My conciousness will be here, But my screams will never be heard.

I'll be like that dying bird. I left in the streets as it screamed to be saved.

"Don't leave me alone." I yell day by day.

But no one ever stops to by the way.

They all return to their lives. 

The way they were always living.

Now I see things things I never thought I'd be seeing.

Now, I am truly alone. 

A shadow in the darkness we call time.

Something that I no longer have.

Now I am signed, hopeless.

I can't truly say I'm homeless.

The darkness of the walls now became my home.

A home I took no comfort in choosing. But it was never my choice.

I lived the way I died. And died the way I lived.

Made as much money as I can.

And always stayed on that new brand.

I was hustling back then.

I remember ever bit of change, I spent on those gold chains.

What's the use of them now?

My soul has no use for them. But now, I don't care for them somehow.

I was addicted to the world. Mesmerized by the worst things in it.

But then life stopped, along with me in it.

Only then hadf I saw my faults. And treacherous crimes.

I was evil hearted and dark souled, and now I have to do the time.

I wish I re-write my wrongs.

I wished I hadn't mocked the strong.

I wished, I didn't die.

At least not like this.

But a better way, 

In the deepest of my thoughts I wanted to die a legend.

But all the choices I made...

I won't be legend. I'll be left behind.

I'll fade away like the greyness of the sky.

I'll no longer have a flash in presence, rather only a reminder in history.

 
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Absent Siano

Kenyan and Muslim. Young and amazing. Fun and creative. It's a passion. Sorta like fashion. Without all the 'stuff'. Always writing something. Can never get enough. Living a simply elegant life. Always ready to write. I love you is three. I love me is also. My profile is where you'll be. I open eyes for people to see. Changing minds so they can also read. I love what I do. And what I do loves me. Zoop! Is my word. I'll be sipping on tea, Cause rhymes like these you ain't Never heard. Peace and love. Like Asalamu'alaykum. I don't like dancing. 'Cause I ain't no Channing Tatum. See you around! I know you'll come back because, I make 'em but never break 'em. Find me on my title. Power of the i. No lies. Just truths. And you'll soon know why. Luck and God is to you. 'Cause he knows all that you do. Be good, and careful. So you won't be regretful. This is Siano. As in- Absent Siano

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