All of today is nothing but the same,
its like a foolish game.
the days will always be a dread,
but you know i still feel dead.
to look at the nothingness,
is something that would never be missed.
these that couldn't see,
the eyes that ones received.
is gone an taken from us all,
the blinding of it makes them fall.
memories drown in the souls,
that we once tolled.
we go on but we can never forget,
those memories that we missed,
taken with anger to its grave,
these thoughts pinned down an enslaved.
cross our throats and hope to choke.
your heart will become a hole an then these memories will all unfold.
some will be stored inside,
but all i can say is that i tried.
to kill these memories as they flash,
this you cant reject the grasp.
this suffer that was trapped,
will maybe have to come back.
