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 every breath we relive our darkest nights.

The times when everything went wrong and nothing was ever right,

Like a bitter cold winter’s day, we’re frozen shivering in fright.

We try and try to fight with all our might,

Yet despite all our attempts we still lose every time.

We try and forget but memory is like having sex with a broken condom,

There’s a 50% chance something can happen so tread with caution!!

All we can do is wait and pray, we’re out of options,

The memory breathes and locks us in an abyss of toxins.

Stuck deep at the bottom, the stuff we can’t forget, lurks overhead like the Hob Goblin,

So just lay on down 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 every breath we relive our darkest nights.

The times when everything went wrong and nothing was ever right,

Like a bitter cold winter’s day, we’re frozen shivering in fright.

We try and try to fight with all our might,

Yet despite all our attempts we still lose every time.

We try and forget but memory is like having sex with a broken condom,

There’s a 50% chance something can happen so tread with caution!!

All we can do is wait and pray, we’re out of options,

The memory breathes and locks us in an abyss of toxins.

Stuck deep at the bottom, the stuff we can’t forget, lurks overhead like the Hob Goblin,

So just lay on down in your coffin.

Relax have a drink, take a few klonopin,

As many as it takes to relax till your unfrozen.

Till you feel like someone, anyone might’ve heard the word’s that you’ve spoken,

Or looked your way and seen the tears that have fallen.

The more we try to forget our memory breathes, it continues knocking,

We’re afraid to look our heart keeps stopping.

We’re locked in a cage, we don’t know how to forget,

With every breath it breathes, I hear the floor creaking.

The walls are closing in, I’m sweating to death,

I can’t do this anymore, I’m yours for the taking.

I’m tired of waking with everything always aching,

I’m out of breath waiting, from the weight on my shoulders.

It gets harder to hold, there’s no more room on my hands for blisters but,

I won’t give up I’m not a quitter, I’ll just keep on running with scissors.

It doesn’t matter what I do this heavy cloud still lingers and,

The more I try to forget my memory breathes in whispers.

—ŤerryŞalmon—