Memories… memorise,
see the look within my eyes?
See the pain? It's my pain;
Coursing through my mind again.
Feel the heat? Blistering heat,
Burning pathways for dirty feet.
Memories… memorise,
see the hatred in my eyes?
Memories… memorise,
see the victim in my eyes?
See the devil? It's the devil;
It's still you playing evil.
Feel the heat? Blistering heat
Your guilt still spitting at my feet.
Memories… memorise
Too late and so my spirit dies.
Author notes
I was reading over an old online journal from 2002 and found this little scrap I'd written in there. Thought I'd dig it out again. Not sure why.
Comments
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Very nice, though a bit simple. i'm sure your writing has evolved from the snippets of 5 years ago. But it's still rather pretty. Love the repetition to make the statements all-the-more powerful. =]
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