In the Wake of Forgetfulness
I've given enough time to lethargy
Twenty years ago I set sail to the sea
Looking for a beast to make a plea
That unholy master of thanatology
In the wake of forgetfulness
I search for the fallen one
But in truth I tell you
I forgot what to pursue
The world became askew
All the same in mist and dew
My restless soul still looks out
Under the blackened sky
Fighting apathy, desolation, and doubt
I was looking for a friend
Who met an untimely end
"It's my mission," I thought, "to descend
Into the waters and the monster apprehend"
In the wake of forgetfulness
I want to bring back the fallen one
Stories told that a sea beast
Took the dead as a feast
And they wandered there for eternity
Inside its belly, in captivity
Sometimes I thought I'd lose my mind
Some days ravenous, hopeless, and blind
Trapped in the swirl of finding my friend
To find him before year's end
All the anger of not knowing why
A thunderous storm in a silent shout
For not saying a final goodbye
'Till the day came when I saw it
And my heart sank into a bottomless pit
Souls of the dead were its bones, eerily lit
And before the beast, I lost my valour and wit
Twenty years ago I set sail to the sea
Looking for a beast to make a plea
That unholy master of thanatology
In the wake of forgetfulness
I search for the fallen one
But in truth I tell you
I forgot what to pursue
The world became askew
All the same in mist and dew
My restless soul still looks out
Under the blackened sky
Fighting apathy, desolation, and doubt
I was looking for a friend
Who met an untimely end
"It's my mission," I thought, "to descend
Into the waters and the monster apprehend"
In the wake of forgetfulness
I want to bring back the fallen one
Stories told that a sea beast
Took the dead as a feast
And they wandered there for eternity
Inside its belly, in captivity
Sometimes I thought I'd lose my mind
Some days ravenous, hopeless, and blind
Trapped in the swirl of finding my friend
To find him before year's end
All the anger of not knowing why
A thunderous storm in a silent shout
For not saying a final goodbye
'Till the day came when I saw it
And my heart sank into a bottomless pit
Souls of the dead were its bones, eerily lit
And before the beast, I lost my valour and wit
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Writer(s): Paulo Pacheco
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