Distant memories
buried long ago
Rise from the grave
to dance and play.
Some are still sore
when you poke at them
Others have been
romanticized.
Flashbacks of a
childhood cut short
Innocence slain
like a rabid dog.
Places that were  
all burned to ashes
People that now
decompose in dirt.
In my dreams we
all laugh and smile
And wander through
the winding trails
Holding hands in
the endless cornfield
But now the forest
is empty and barren
The corn has rotted
and withered away.
Somewhere out there a
child is buried
Every now and then
I'll visit the grave
Cut off chunks of flesh
and sew them to my own
So he remains
sliced up and rotting
Eternally bleeding
from wishes unrequited.