Lonely Goodbyes Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Here his body lays.
His name remains unnamed.
No claim to this world.

I told you didn't I?
I warned you didn't I?

Not in a grave of freshly dug dirt.
Not under a monument made of stone.
Yes he did die alone.
It was his way always.

I told you didn't I?
I warned you didn't I?

I told you didn't I?
I warned you didn't I?

A guitar sitting right next to him.
Imagine all the songs that went silent.
Leaning upon a rotten tree completely exposed and decaying.
Becoming one with the earth.
I can still his very last verse.

I told you didn't I?
I warned you didn't I?

But you didn't listen.
After all why would you?
He was just a stranger to most.
No family except for the occasional ghost.

I told you didn't I?
I warned you didn't I?

Nothing to hold on to.
What is material if you can't take it with you?
Giving up that which become nothing more then dust.
And I can still hear people questioning what is all this fuss.
Just another dead man.
Really is that all we see?
Are we that blind to simply believe.
If his life isn't directly connected to you then he just doesn't matter.
How did you factor that into the current situation?

I told you didn't I?
I warned you didn't I?

But a man with no heart I suspect won't suddenly grow one.
It's like hoping for a garden without any seeds throughout the entire spring and summer seasons.
And when water runs dry you'll claim you did try.
If it sounds like I'm angry maybe I am.
But it isn't directed any which way.
Mourning a loss while nobody else even see's it is aggravating to say the least.
Here's to you the ignored deceased.
Tuned out for happier thoughts.

I told you didn't I?
I warned you didn't I?

This will happen to you too.
Especially with that kind of attitude.
I still wonder how someone who claims to be so astute can be so rude.
The backlash will come due.
The misfortunes of karma stuck on you.
Goodbye my friend, for the ironic bitterness of it has finally come to an end.