Forgetful Times

Shattering pain of window glass, Falls to the floor with such a mass, It cuts your toes and opens sores, The pain you feel and try to ignore. Flames so bright burn within, Turning to ash inside your skin, Flavors of hate built with sin, Something you crave and want again. Sadness and guilt is all you know, Even inside its hard to bestow, Upon yourself you let it flow, Feelings of hate being to grow. Something inside begins to move, Showing itself has a groove, Tattered and torn you smile and grin, Hiding the pain you feel within. Depression sets in as you recall, All the times you let yourself fall, Fall under a spell of no return, Smelling the green begin to burn. It's sweet taste and sour smell, You pull inside with your own will, You cannot take the pain no more, You suck it in and begin so soar. Flying so high you could not care, About the ones who begin to stare, Laughing inside you will steal, The lifeless feelings in which you feel. On top of a cloud you begin to fall, Feeling it all fade away, Wishing it could stay for ever and play, Play with your mind like a child. Children of hate and no remorse, Is the cause and is my source, I know inside I'm just like them, Wondering why I fell again. Written November 29th, 2001 © on Nov 29 2001 10:26 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1