Nov 27, 2006 05:17
Hated Remembering
-The thoughts the bring up the past
It's the shiver down the spine that triggers the fear
but it's the fear that distills into sorrow.
A tear where terror should be,
pain, where fright should rise from the soul
The familiar waves of death
staining the mind, eating away the heart.
It is death. That is drowning the thought in this sorrow.
Make no mistake of the illness.
Reminded of her again, hated remembering
Her voice, her skin on finger tips
her blood on lips, priceless moments.
Forever burned in the mind, and never to be again.
Wash it all away, come take this with the tide
Let death wash away the cold
Shivering from the freezing recall of loss
Don’t let the rest of it freeze, bring the warm waters
Wash it all way, healing, hurting,
Death