Burns...
My memories strangle this possibility
The floors...we made together
My fingers twitch
She returns to my mind...God I hate this
Let it be what it is - - - Clarity does not exist
Its the putrid smell of high octane
my soul trembles deep inside
I don't want to remember it again
Its here kicking at my door
I stayed - it was my choice
Now live with it
I want to run...something
Meaning...somewhere
Here?
