#poetry ![[samplenl8q0ghofgfgwk_g.wav]] When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. We knew not the hour Nor the day, When our lives would be torn In different ways; Only that one day Death would come for us, And we would be forced To leave each other behind. Our time was cut short, But in those brief moments We shared everything; Our hopes, our dreams, Our love, our lives. And now we are nothing But machines, Survival machines With one purpose: To pass our genes To the next generation. We are bound to this life By the chains of death, And our only release Is the moment When our hearts stop beating.