There's a record in my mind that keeps spinning around
That keeps my feet walking in reminiscent grounds
How I wish I could say its familiarity keeps me safe and sound.
But that record comes with hinges and bunches of scratch
The guitar strings are coming for the attack
And I beg to it, "play something, anything but that".
Airy waves pass my eardrums as crescendo
Turning the sweet tunes into my greatest foes
Strolling down memory lane shaking and alone.
The song was playing right at the crime scene
I was at the center all battered and bloodied
A salt to the wound until now, not a remedy.
As a familiar air whisks, I press it to stop
Nostalgia reels in, aching to be dropped
At unfavorable moments, its reminiscent grounds burn up.
Oh, it's all coming back now.
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Graveyard of Reveries
Poetry"Dig all the gravestones if you can Have a wonderful night in this rotting land A rollercoaster ride in dark fantasy Welcome to my graveyard of reveries" A random collection of poems written by a mentally unstable 17-year-old. pls be nice :) COVER B...
