Memories
It’s been fifteen months, two weeks.
But I still remember.
As clear as if it happened last night.
Everything that occurred.
Yes, I remember.
I remember the emptiness I felt,
And I remember the pain I created to fill the void.
I remember the light touch of a blade,
And I remember the sharp awakening it gave.
Oh yes, I remember.
I remember the drops trickling down my arms,
And I remember my skin opening wide.
I remember the beauty of the crimson,
And I remember the morbid joy it brought.
Certainly, I remember.
I remember the late nights I spent,
And I remember cleaning up the mess.
I remember the blood dripping down my chest,
And I remember the insanity it caused.
Oh God, do I remember.
I remember the demons on the walls,
And I remember the voices in my head.
I remember my visions of Death,
And I remember him taking my innocence.
How could I not remember?
I remember the prayers that I wept,
And I remember the friends who tried to help.
I remember the girl that I destroyed,
And I remember the price I had to pay.
I can never forget.
