The abyss is full of all but forgotten memories
I see their talons reaching for me
I don't want them
The scars are sickly deep
The sting too fresh
and yet, they are drawing me in
The tang is overly sweet
memories tainted with doubt
Is that a real smile
a real laugh
It can't be.
I know what comes of what was
how can we have been a family
how can I have memories
of love and of joy
when everything becomes dark
full of hatred and mistrust
The memories are sickly sweet
but there's something else
they transform in dark shadows
they are tainted with the knowledge
with an understanding
I fear them.
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 5:29 PM UTC
The abyss is full of all but forgotten memories
I see their talons reaching for me
I don't want them
The scars are sickly deep
The sting too fresh
and yet, they are drawing me in
The tang is overly sweet
memories tainted with doubt
Is that a real smile
a real laugh
It can't be.
I know what comes of what was
how can we have been a family
how can I have memories
of love and of joy
when everything becomes dark
full of hatred and mistrust
The memories are sickly sweet
but there's something else
they transform in dark shadows
they are tainted with the knowledge
with an understanding
I fear them.
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