All That Remains Is Blood

The pain experienced when trying to forget an old bad memory.

Now all that remains is blood,

Like some dreaded memories of a flood

Which keeps on killing me day by day

But words cannot explain what I mean to say.

Rhythm is left with no more rhyme

Breathing, I bear like a fatal crime,

Of the past, that horrifies me within

Reminding me of all my bloody sins.

Place and time repel all laws

Tormenting and breaking me in their claws.

Forgetting my past is an effort in vain

Now all I feel is sad and pain

Swamp it is with dirt and mud

Now all I remain is memories and blood..

The End

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