Yesterday was a blue day,
When I saw your face next to his.
I wish that I could erase that memory.
But your gift, from the heavens above,
Has left me with scars,
That dig deeper and deeper, again.
The whole world stops when,
I see you walk my way.
Chills run up and down my spine.
But why can't I wash away,
The memory of seeing your face?
Why can't I tear away,
This curse that lives within?
I walk down the halls of shame,
Just to hear your voice.
But why can't I walk away?
I wish I could just stay away.
Your voice rains throughout my head,
Repeating the small words that were said.
Echoing left and right, again.
Your laugh is that of angels,
With a sweet little ring behind it.
Day to day, I try to start it again.
But why can't I wash away,
The memory of seeing your face?
Why can't I tear away,
This curse that lives within?
I walk down the halls of shame,
Just to hear your voice.
But why can't I walk away?
I wish I could just stay away.
But why can't I?
YOU ARE READING
Derelict (2011)
PoetryOn August 27th, 2011, I recorded my first album, DERELICT, which has not yet been released to the public. This album was the kick starter to the studio's creation, only Bassuit Records was not its original name. Originally, BR was known as Fa...
