"sometimes it’s just too late…."

wonder.

me-len:

take this memory, as a token,

push the button to what was broken.

memories lay, yet memories fade,

tears on my sleeve, a beast was made.

never the same, perhaps a bit more,

sliver and slice, perhaps a bit raw.

Indifferent to those, that are different to me,

conform to the same, to set your heart free.