Forgotten: (No Name For It Currently) Poem by Adrian Jascha Tetzlaff

An innocent children, held in the past, terrified it seems (Day and Night)
Life's circling over as the sorrowness was shown in these dreams

It's forbidden brining back sacred memory's,
If you desire a mind in incredibility (the red moon light stayed in time)

For now we, the people watching,
feeding our self by the satisfaction of an suicidal belief

A step back, no look forward, as you never were meant to be,
a person helpful, caring. (the sun cries)
Just swooned when the needles fluid planted the seed
Eyeless am I, still she keeps starring

Therefore an colorful circle couldn't be defined anymore.


She never chose to breath, (as it was my pride)
Was she forced?
Marble pallor face teases to feel.

Thoughts covered in lustreless fields,
bestowed with rigidity
Hastened, lost in a assertion, skin peeled
It's all already written, as the words stay in morbidity. (accepting everyone's trial.)


A lion's fang, reason for the sore,
as yourself were the start and will be the end of the agony's core.