The blood of my memories pour down the walls,
I scream and cry as it falls.
The pain sneaks up and rips through me,
I roll around in pain, Hoping it's a dream.
It all goes dark, I sit there and think,
What would happen if I slipped poison in the drink.
I make myself bleed, to make sure I'm still alive,
Lying in blood and darkness, thinking of what I'm deprived.
There's starting to be a lot of blood,
A growing fear that the room will flood.
The lights flicker on, I see painful memories,
The bloods now flooded up to my knees.
Suddenly the blood stops,
I was reminded of the memories I forgot.
Yet the blood is still pouring from my arm,
I fall asleep, and wake in a place where there is no harm.
