Haunted Memories
talking to the dead iget all
the answers
listening to the living i get
nothing but pain.
i tell myself its not that hard
to hide. you use
to hold me. you use to. the
grey has come
and the dark is soon to
follow. its such a simple
thing
*these are my memories of
when it was just you and
me, sweet sweet ... oh god
damn *drum roll* ********
memories ...
don't fight the pain take in
the hate
fight the urge to.... ********
memories
(I'M HAUNTED BY YOUR
MEMORIES)*
i never wanted that,
remember this.
remember that kiss,
remember this slit wrist.
remember this lie,
remember the blood
while we all lay here and die.
slipping away
from you slowly through the
years has made
me cold, bitter and anti-
social hopeless of life.....
chous**.....
i could tell you wanted no
more. you hated the world
ripped out my heart for
your pitiful life. dead in your
eyes ropes so damn tight.
close the wound pull it
tight . rip he skin. bite.
scratch. fight. ... sick and
tired of what you say. i cant
just walk away...
I AM HAUNTED BY YOUR
MEMORY chours**
i'll hold you in this twisted
embrase and squeeze the
life from you
Copyright © John Comstock | Year Posted 2012
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