memory
she's sheltered in my mind like a fetus in the womb,
residing in my brain,but she will meet us in the tomb
if she stays where she is, I won't remember her face,
getting rid of biased opinions, so I bring no disgrace
she is the reminder of that loveliness that can never be,
putting on my running shoes so I can jog my memory
weeping my energy away so that I cry in kilojoules,
she sleeps in my mind no matter how I break the rules
and I constantly write so that I may force her to leave,
through the pen onto the page,transfusion of memory
if she emerged from the perpetuality of my thoughts,
perhaps the light would be too bright, metally she rots
and uncontrollably she shivers and threatens to die,
depiction of life itself when she lets loose, and I cry
but the minute she lets me see a fraction of the past,
I get bombarded by a headache like a nuclear blast,
sometimes I think that I don't deserve to remeber her,
she'll rest, as I stare blankly trying to dismember her.....
whats present is past, and past eventually leads to future,
can't remember what happened if you let yourself abuse her
a vacant mind of occupation full of things you can't possess,
a basketcase of unwanted feelings, your mind is on recess
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I dunno...I just kinda wrote on this one because I've been trying to remember stuff and I can't. Now I don't even remember what it is I was trying to remember.
Peace
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