The nightmares spill from my head, leaving ink stains on the air.
The scars on my body float before my eyes and blend like a painting of my life, merely to be erased by a passing hand.
My dreams collide, like a far gone ride on a fair.
Pulled apart at the stitches again a mortal coil is left behind, and are forgotten with a garland.
Memories are memories,
Immortality is only a state of mind we foolishly choose to follow.
Immortality is to be dead,
Immortality is painless,
Emotion is our blood, memories our life.
We can't die if we can leave footprints behind.