Subconscious memories lurking beneath,
Lying in dormant like knife within sheath...

As I wipe the dust from the photo frame,
I close my eyes and whisper her name...

Laying here upon my bed,
I flip through the pages of the books I’ve...

In essence now I have to say
That life does not belong...

Repugnant thoughts in my mind’s dark eye,
Subconscious memories that never die...

Honestly
Hanging out the window can you honestly say...