Memories

My memories, sharp as daggers,
cuts into my flesh of today,
leaving their red colored trace,
watching the lines of blood,
as I splatter my heart in disgrace,
because I know something got to give,
I won't stop to believe,
all by myself, but not alone,
the air becomes thin,
as I slice my skin, and let it out.

I see my memories of you,
when my anger nails them through,
burning the wicked, burning the weak,
throwing them out from a mindless peak,
it seems that all the good we had has died,
dealing with these changes, I'll scream.

Memories.

Now I'll surrender to my immortal death,
being one with my sickness, I see inside you,
the fire that I felt, that melted me away,
the one that made me lay down,
giving up my forsaken crown,
how far will my falling star take me,
how far did it go,
breaking me down,
breaking the dawn,
made me forget what aided me.

I see my memories of you,
when my anger nails them through,
burning the wicked, burning the weak,
throwing them out from a mindless peak,
it seems that all the good we had has died,
dealing with these changes, I'll scream.