Memories
Memories of a hallowed past, haunt me, taunt me, force me into insanity.
Memories of the ones who cared, the ones who were there, fade out as my hatred grows. My vision blurs, blinding me from what I’ve become.
The demons that toy with my mind know not what they do, for I am soon to break. I need a release, a vent for my vengeance.
By myself I stand no chance, I find my self lost in a trance. Someone free me, before I loose sight of who I was meant to be.
I don’t want to be this way; it hurts me to be this demon. I cannot find anyone to free me from these chains. My cries of help go unanswered, the echoes ensure my lonesome.
The memories of what could have been are all that I can see, and the memories of what could have been haunt me, taunt me.
I’m being torn from seam to seam, Clawed from inside to out. It’s like a thorn deep in my side, causing me to thrash and shout.
My heart to yours, and yours to mine, but not you to my bed, nor I to thine. A firm hand against my throat, a shadowy specter grins and gloats.
The shadow of death creeps over me, beckoning me away from the light. Twisting and turning heavy darkness, losing my wits to insanity’s fight.
So…
Let me rest in peace, Let me lay asleep.
Let me take my love and bury it deep.
I can lay my body down, but I can’t find my sweet release.
So let me rest in peace,
Let me find my sweet release.
