Bleeding Memories

These are the times that I wonder

but I know I'll never regret.

These are the things that I ponder

but I know I'll never forget.

I closed my eyes but not my heart.

I was bound to this from the start.

The world that we lose

more with each passing minute.

And yet we seem idle to even be in it.

My past has not forsaken the trials I have seen.

And my soul has not forgotten the places I have been.

These memories within me, they weep and bleed.

For the soul that's aching, it has sown this awful seed.

The treachery I dreamed of, it is a done deed.

And these moments I crave, they are the nitemare of your seed.

Pale Wanderings

The pale wanderings we took the other day,

they failed to compel me to find a better way.

 

But then again,

who's to say

that this lack of compulsion

is not the better way?

I ran circles

over those words

echoing so loudly still.

And I know I could fight it,

but I held on

for lack of something real.

I feel your emptiness

as a certain appeal,

maybe for lacking

that ability to feel.

I envy the nothing

you will soon become,

and the sheer emptiness

that has begun.

You are the very loss

for which I used to search.

And yet your memory

is such a sweet curse.

I feel this hatred and anger

swelling to its peak,

and I swear I'll take that nothingness

to its final release.