Smoke me, feel me, release me

8. Unforgettable and cursed

Unforgettable and cursed

Memories are ashes

Blowing in the wind,

Sour moments lying

Dust in mind

My hands are stuck

In the bloody ground

I’m crying

Sacred tears

Of sinful fears.

I don’t need your pity

The perfect hypocrisy

I’m sick of my own Sanity

Which said No

When I need an Yes

I was wrong I guess

I hate that I agree

When I had to disagree.

I hate the moment,

That gave shivers,

Happiness and fear

With pagan hands

Making my body

Ruins and wounds.

My Future Present is my Past

Sad, painful and dark

Unfortunately...

Still unforgettable and cursed.