Your memory is like a thousand words being erased
Because no matter what
they still leave a dark smudge
Of what they used to be

How you'll try
To erase
All of the lines
In the book of lies
That you create

How you'll try
To rebuild
Every bridge
That you burn

How you'll try
To discern
One story
From the next

And with every page
Day by day
The more you'll regret

Book of lies
Thick or thin
In the end
You'll never win

Every bridge you build
Every story you discern
Will burn
Will blur
And every second
You have no guilt
No remorse
Is a second that leaves you
Burned and blurred
In your own way
By your own nonexistent moral standards

Book of lies
Oh book of lies
How you corrupt
How you disguise

Book of lies
Oh book of lies
How you stain
No word can be erased
No page rewritten

Oh
How you'll try
To erase
Every line
In the book of lies
That you create

Click click click
Ding!

Click click click
Ding!

Click click click
Ding!

Goes the typewriter
Each letter pressed with purpose
Otherwise the letters are lighter
And the line losses earnest

Any mistake cannot be erased
Merely written over
The correct letter is paste
But the mistake still remains under

Each line manually changed
The writer can stop and start
But nothing can be rearranged
So each must line must contain heart

Click click click
Ding!

Click click click
Ding!

Click click click
Ding!

Poison bleeds through me
I no longer sense your presence.
Time slips away, how does one heal?
Within my mind, I forfeit.

Wrong and right blur-
between the lines
The signs of coldness are recognized.

Blinded by lies,
the heart is now engraved in regret.

Committed sins bang at the door.
Face them alone.
For the soul has been sacrificed for silence.

None of you ever cared.
Dreams were shattered,
and love was forever ERASED.

I no longer feel whole,

for I am hollow

Pleading-but emotions dry and crumble

The path I once chased vanished from sight

Affection is viewed as a bothersome nuisance

They all turned and walked away.

I stood there rooted to the spot.

Shock numbed my body permanently.

I have been shunned.

Were they consumed by hate?

Memories of hope rewrote themselves as moments of brokenness.

The ones loved-

Faded and I've been

externally ERASED.

i erased this poem.
out of embarrassment.
oh well.