Aftermath, what is this word?
It's so familiar, yet so rarely heard.
Perhaps this is because it's rarely hated,
Few know this feeling simply put 'violated'.
Like a serated knife upon the throat,
Slowly dragged, leaving a coat.
Is it the proceedure we dread?
No, it is the aftermath, the feeling that leaves us dead.
Regret and the powers it holds,
So much left, none can be foretold.
The future for us is bleek you see,
We are both secretly the same, you and me.
Like all the rest in line for execution,
Because of their foolish and hopeless fruition.
No one asks for this hate,
We all place ourselves upon it, regardless of fate.
Aftermath, a bloody sea.
Aftermath, a beloved dee.
Aftermath, laden and broken.
Aftermath, shall no longer be spoken.
It's so familiar, yet so rarely heard.
Perhaps this is because it's rarely hated,
Few know this feeling simply put 'violated'.
Like a serated knife upon the throat,
Slowly dragged, leaving a coat.
Is it the proceedure we dread?
No, it is the aftermath, the feeling that leaves us dead.
Regret and the powers it holds,
So much left, none can be foretold.
The future for us is bleek you see,
We are both secretly the same, you and me.
Like all the rest in line for execution,
Because of their foolish and hopeless fruition.
No one asks for this hate,
We all place ourselves upon it, regardless of fate.
Aftermath, a bloody sea.
Aftermath, a beloved dee.
Aftermath, laden and broken.
Aftermath, shall no longer be spoken.
