Memories of what was,
Old photos of what is,
I can shred the picture,
But can't remove the vivid image,
All of this because,
They don't want me to forget,
Of the happiness and bliss,
As my body starts to quiver,
And the mind is full of pillage,
Of my energy and willpower,
No longer can I stand,
I seem to cower,
Behind everything I can,
To try let go of all this,
Sends a shiver,
No longer will I tower,
The cuts on my hand,
Prove all of that,
And the times I ran,
Because I was scared,
And afraid to land,
My heart and soul sour,
And my strength flat,
Running out of space,
Just left you to wonder,
As I lost the pace,
And fell under,
Sinking fast,
With the sun fading asunder,
And this grave,
Becoming my place,
With every single blunder,
The pain to last,
With a final strike of thunder,
You were too late,
I begin to choke,
And begin to suffocate.
