Theforsakenmemory - If Memories Could Speak

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"I recognise the handwriting."

City of Death - season 17 - 1979

Day 95 - April 5th, 2015

Happy Easter everyone~

One of "Those"

I'm one of those memories up on your old shelf, waiting to be cleaned off. You dust the shelf so willingly, to remove all of your past. You come to me and move right by, I fall off with one simple blast. You forget that I exist, and perhaps that we ever met. I've fallen towards the pit, no escape but the drop. Perhaps you'll see me fall, or perhaps you will not. Even if you do see me it will be but a glimpse before into the bag I'll go. To be given away to the lords of time, to be lost in my own little hell. And time will move and you'll never remember what you threw out on that warm Spring day.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, how did you think I could be a beautiful person?

What's a Nightmare?

Whispers running through my mind,

Whispers raging all the time.

The lines of red across my wrists,

Reminding myself of all the fists.

The blows upon my weary head,

A moment more I could be dead.

The silence of the broken tomb,

Wishing I'd never left the womb.

Did I deserve this, should I care?

The tears stream down from here to there...

A wretched child with nowhere to be,

No one to love and nothing to see.

The places I'd been always overlook'd,

By the twisted smile that he crooked.

Is there escape from this fiendish Hell,

Or is this called Heaven and all is well? From one dream to the next, what's a nightmare like?

Whenever I wake may as well be another fight...

Five, choosing not to give a straight answer to a simple question but to talk about monkeys instead.

Today I learned that the Curiosity sang itself ‘Happy Birthday’ on its year anniversary of being on Mars.

All alone.

Hundreds of thousands of miles from anyone or anything.

Guys I am depressed over robots now.

It got better.