I hope, I wish,
I could lie myself,
In to believing,
I was never that,
Culture my past In a petri dish,
Change all my regrets,
Just Inject and set.
It all seems like it was Yesterday,
Wait, was it yesterday?
I thought it was fun,
Nice and real,
But, it all looks so sinister now,
A cruel ordeal,
Since then,
I don't even know how
To blink, think,
To even talk,
I rather not,
So it doesn't come
Back to haunt me,
Like tiny pebbles in my Sock.
All you memories,
I don't need you please,
This little demon,
In my head,
Gets to dissect all my deeds,
With microscopic eyes,
Shuffling through,
To find a worthy "vice",
"You were wrong there,
There too impolite,
You don't really care,
Did you have to fight You are a monster,
A Monster, monster A parasite?".
This is already tough
Life is already a strife,
I don't need a tiny Little judge,
Poking with a knife,
I will not feed him anymore,
No memories I will make,
Nothing with people,
Nothing he can devour.
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