As the current from the torture chair flow in my veins,
I forget all the past pains.
Tried to discover the old me as I lost my consciousness,
He was standing right there with my parents.
Old times, Faded memories comes alive.
Fishing with dad,
Playing baseball with friends,
And smell of Mom's homemade brownies,
How can I forget them?
They have been a part of me.
But Then I saw shadow of mine from the present.
Scared, screaming, drowning in the pool of dead.
And trying to forget all the pain from the past by loosing self in the present cycle of pain and unconsciousness.