By: Shihaisha Forget me not, the words whisper in my mind, and yet forget I have. Let us continue on in loss and fall into the monotonous goings on of this world. We do not remember, I do not remember, all meaning trickles away. For what is the past but myth? The darkness of a once inferior race, that has long since learned to not be so deluded. All things pass away and are forgotten. These words, this life, this being, all will fade into fable. Before this happens I want to remember.