Remember me, when the flesh ages, when the skin turns to grey Remember me, when the sight fails, and all tastes like ashes The echoes of despise clad onto the skin To disguise the emptiness, the gaping hole within Behold me, the crackle in the mirror The flickering form in the eye’s corner The grin facing the frown The laughter without sound Remember me, when the flesh ages, when the skin turns to grey Remember me, when the life’s light pales, and all turns to ashes