Memories Of Me
All these memories of me now; Like a whisper ; to a scream; A bed of nails on sharpened silver spikes ; cuts me like; a memory; A wounded smile that always makes me laugh; a photograph ; The limelight dimming on a dead end street; to the beat; And I know when the day is gone; the darkness breaks the dawn; I beg for more; A song they played so long ago; I heard it on; the radio; A dream of molten liquid breeze; wakes me from; a memory; Blue lines slashed on bloodshot; hazel eyes; it’s no surprise ; It creeps back slowly coming in degrees; a memory; And night turns to another day; as it fades to grey; just like before; And I hear that sound again; I can remember when; it played before; 