Lived again, though this time fast,
Through my thought's life flow's past,
The struggles I've kept inside,
With my soul and Death I forever confide.
From a dark alleged childhood,
To the grave bed I stood,
Memories hollow and empty,
The echo within me screams, silent, bloody.
All foreseen this moment in time,
Delicately clear as I look down the line,
The camera darkly flashed,
This moment in death made to last.
As the pictures glide like waterfalls,
In my mind the hate deepens its calls,
I feel its strong grasp on my life,
It cuts into my skin like sharpened knife,
The blade made from ice cold steel,
Its frigid touch deep down I feel,
It ends the connection of this world of mine,
Stops my life, never again to shine.
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Submission Name: Empty Memories
