The more we try to forget our memory breathes,
Like a relentless haunting entity.
Feeding on our worst memories and playing them on repeat,
Like lambs to a slaughter, we are led to deceit.
Where our past does pirouettes to a sinister beat,
Locked in the pastures where the days of old whisper indiscreet.
Were broken down, scarred beyond repair, they keep us in the dark of the fading light,
With eve...
