Remember Not

The door in the floor

Like the hole in my soul

Rose with the prose

Of the years and my tears

The lyrics were spheric

Surrounding and grounding

Reminding me; Grinding me

To dust you can trust

My demons won’t leave on

I’m fixed by their tricks

They haunt me and taunt me

Red faced, I’m abased

This bubble is trouble

But it’s caught me and taught me

I have to break free of my own memories

Today I will scorn them,

And I am reborn then.

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