Words spill out secrets
And the more I speak, the more I regret
Yet, my lips remain parted until I utter a new word
And so it goes on, this story of telling tales!❣
Turning around, tossing on my bed Lost sleep and lost memories disturb my mind Unable to remember what could have happened That made me a monster.
Without a heart, without any love Without the sympathy that once Could have been a part of me, Or not, I do not remember.
I try to recall the days of past, lovely days When everything suddenly becomes hazy, unclear and blurry I cannot reach the end, from where this all began This ruthless transformation of me.
As if, cursed not to remember the guild That I once had with me Years after I live as the victim And the guilty of crimes unknown.
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