They say the past
is key to our future
For me the past
Is nothing but torture

It sickens me to think about it
I can't remember the details
But the past...
I remember the emotions
The grieving and the pain

I want to leave you behind.
I want to forget
But there's something addictive
In the past
Maybe it's me
Maybe it's you


(Maybe it's us)

I Can see,
It and me
the Formation of praeteritus.
Better a Silent Cry than
Words written upon my skin...
Battle Scars ...Cleansing...love.
But that's all in our Perception.