A Poem to Enlighten You
Forgotten
I remember the days when I used to feel.
The gentle breeze through my hair, as I listened to my mother's sweet lullabies.
The passionate roses that grew in the lovely meadows that were spread before me.
The pale skies, casted over my head, lost in a dream of pure happiness.
But as I grew, those memories were replaced.
When things begin to fall apart, that happiness begins to diminish.
And soon the memories began to fade away.
The once passionate roses now die, and those pale skies drip the blood of my emotions.
Everything dies, everything gets replaced, and all things fade away...
Except for the nightmare, which was once my dream of pure happiness.
But why won't it fade away as well?
~Zexion