Forgotten

No one ever comes this way anymore. We are in the land of the forgotten, the forsaken, the damned.  And yet each day the sun rises to give us new hope that even though we are dead we may still rise and feel the warmth of the sun upon our decaying flesh and dance in the rain.

Won't you come along and join us? After all, if you weren't forgotten, forsaken, or damned why else would you have found me?