I wish to shed the skin of yesterday
It has memories
Which I wish too forget, I tried to
Wash,
Cleanse,
Purify
So this time was purged, but I awaken
Each day having to once again,
Wash thoughts to not remember, I
Agonise,
Tormented,
Convulsions
Shudder through my mind,
"I shed my skin each day"
"But"
Shadows still persist in the cracks
Each day my lucid thoughts
Encroached,
Invaded,
Plagued
With moments when I think I a free
But then *milliseconds
It returns like a possession
My mind is withering
Will silence only set me free,
I have tried to shed my skin with each new day,
But this is never going to leave me,
Is silence the only way nothing
Perceived
Remembered
Coldness,
Is the only way to cleanse this
"Persistent memory away"
In silence there will no longer be thought
As I am free forever of that memory, buried **within..