I remember. Time fleeting. Running.
Is it escape. Freedom. Living away from darkness.
Shunning light. Disdaining frankness. Voices
Screaming. Crying. To die
Such a beautiful thing.
I remember.
Or maybe I want to forget all things
Maybe I need to resolve. Separate. Maybe
The evils within are ready to live.
I remember when the abyss was scary.
Nightmarish yearnings of things never spoken.
Just things whispered and hidden.
I remember.
Losing. Anything. Everything. Something
Missing. No rosy trail. Beacon welcoming me in.
I remember.
Dying.
But did I miss anything.