4 September 2012
I find it so hard to think that you were once real. You seem like another figment, I made up in my mind.
I can almost sense your ghostly imprint, In every memory, You left behind.
Memories you left, For people like me, People like you, The lost folk, To gaze at and wonder, What happened to you, And what will happen To us.
In Memory Of A Myth • Opuss № I