Haunting Memories

by Aaron   Sep 25, 2008


I need something temporary,
To take away this permanent pain.
I need something cleansing,
To pacify this sordid stain.

The specter of my soul,
Waits and guards my heart.
Dying with the whole,
As I break apart.

My body falls limp and torn.
Break me down, in pain and shame.
Let fire consume my spirit,
Water come and wash me away.

Life, pain, heartache, death.
Feeble body, mind and ghost,
Infect a form, make a host.
Haunting memories breath.

Ebbing noxious corruption,
Washed away my purity.
Stole my life.
Stole my virtue.

Haunting...
...Memories...
......Death......

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