Memories
Memories
spinning r
                   o    n  
             u        u     d
           o            n      .
              r       d          .
                  &                .
There isn't enough room
in such a small little town.
I've slept there
ate there
Loved here
So many
that they begin to over lap
get fuzzy and muddled...
What happened there?
I've been in the house.
I lived there once
Someone needs to....
burn it down.
Release what is trapped,
free up some ******* space
There is nothing let to
see
to love
to hear
Nowhere left to sleep,
that has yet to be slept upon.

Wont you release yourselves,
and let the poor la(n)d rest...

It doesn't matter much anymore,
your silhouettes will be burnt to the walls,
and soon it will all be
forgotten...
For what is a memory,
*that no one remembers?