The Forgotten

Walking to the end of the world,

The world crumbles with nothing left behind;

Like the invisible ghost you are,

Walkthrough figure with sentiment.

Bustling through the dark mountain,

Like my life depends on it;

Only to be thrown upon arriving,

All I want was to be noticed.

Be an angel to the people,

Then get thrown in a fire when accused;

Be a hero to the people,

Then get thrown in a lie they made.

Always remember the purple hyacinth that I had ruined ,

Whom no one has ever offered.