Staring at the embers
wondering what happens when you cant remember
the past two years as of this december
when I hear you name I can't picture your face
it's like my brain has been dismembered
and now I’m trying to sew it back together with a piece of lace
but sadly I lost this memory chase
it's truly a horrible disgrace
that I have no memories of you whatsoever
but I still want to feel your cold embrace
even though I don’t want to see you ever
we should have left you sooner but we weren't that clever
we stayed until you pulled the last lever
then all I could hear was your terrifying screams
that seemed to last more than forever
I could feel your voices echoing in my blood stream
this time it's not a dream
but your own sick scheme
and after all these years I am still living in a life of morphine...
