For a memory is what i hold
all is turning to something
something i cannot control
or can i
the wind is howling, not enough to tell, but enough to show
with my heart racing
i feel as though the thought i once held
has downed, the fire that once blazed
has crept to a small whimper of pity
will it make you growl at me
the decisions im making
maybe yes, probably no
still this confusion you show by the statement i whispered
is making me question my sanitty
keep the silence, for its burning
whether that is the right craze
i will never be the one to tell
