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Good memories gone
written by Genocide Reaper07:48 AM 3/4/05Lifting the object as the water runs off.
Comparing my memories to the size of the cup in my hands.
Running rampant through my own thought.
Seizing the moment, wondering if there was something I forgot.
It seems as though my mind skips the years.
I can't remember the last time I could shed tears.
Who am I and what did I do with me?
Where is the wholesome memories I once had?
How did things get so hazy so fast?
I guess its just time taking away everything I knew.
I'll just move on into the future, see if my dreams come true.
Spiraling back into reality, leaving it all behind.
The society of the past, my happiness in its mass.
Foolishly thinking, can never escape no matter how fast I run.
There it goes again, right out the window, all the fun.
A virus of visions plague me still.
Every day, every waking our, enough to make me want to kill.
Though I'm still unsure of where it went, and why.
I guess I'm just stuck here to vent, until I die.
Good memories gone.
Never should I have wanted to be stoned.
Coming back to a ghostly home.
Coming back to an empty home.
Everyone around.
But no one there.
The silence set in.
Just as real as the violence within.
And I can feel it, just like I can my own skin. |
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