• damn the memories
    the ones that hurt
    the kind that sting, twirl and flirt
    the acursed stench
    burning inside
    my heart for rent
    it stings and stabs and rips
    the way only it can
    damn this place
    for the questions it brings
    stale and tastless
    i bite my lip
    supress the pain
    but only for it to come back again
    oh why oh why
    do i feel this way inside
    the question it fades into the empty bliss