The Past
Wow, when something changes, it changes drastically...
Written February 22.
I don’t know how long I’ll last
In a room devoted to our past.
Tell me how to forget, my Dear
With your memory standing here?
Your stabbing smile in the pictures
Your scent, a permanent fixture.
Vultured thoughts consumed my carrion mind
And left nothing but scraps behind.
Skinned ghost:
"Let me be.
Breathing corpse,
Drown the sea."
Suppose I’ll have to start my trek
With feet in air, noose around neck.
Written February 22.
I don’t know how long I’ll last
In a room devoted to our past.
Tell me how to forget, my Dear
With your memory standing here?
Your stabbing smile in the pictures
Your scent, a permanent fixture.
Vultured thoughts consumed my carrion mind
And left nothing but scraps behind.
Skinned ghost:
"Let me be.
Breathing corpse,
Drown the sea."
Suppose I’ll have to start my trek
With feet in air, noose around neck.