19 October 2012
You're gone.
But now I always see you.
Stained in my mind,
Like the ink in a tattoo.
Rereading memories,
Over and over again.
Trying to find something.
Maybe a friend?
Lost between reality
And what I long for.
Trying to relive the past,
Because the present is a bore.
The past is consuming me.
Consuming my reality.
Sanity
Was such a cruel fatality.
Ghosts Of Memories • Opuss № I