Leave me on a desserted island with nothing but a pen and a piece of paper; with those, I shall create myself another world.

Monday, April 2, 2012

My Life: The Skipping Record

Memories, stirred inside
Where darkness resides
Silent, awaiting vulnerability
To reenact horrific acts
To remind me of days gone
Of another one
Words, pictures, scenarios
It plays again in my mind
It unwinds me
It defines me
It grinds me down
I sit around
Turn the other cheek
Wait another week
Until you return to you
To the love so true
Doubts lurking in my mind
Wondering if this is all a part
Of the same God damn charade.

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