Memories.

I cannot breathe so easily,

clawing at the vice around my neck.

My chest is pounding, aching,

and my vision blurs.

Please, I can beg if you want.

Please, I can become weak.

Please, I can die here.

A white knuckle fist,

my eyes grow wide, watching

in slow motion as you draw closer.

I think so quietly, "This will hurt."

Please, I can beg if you want.

Please, I can become weak.

Please, I can die here.

Years have dragged on,

but there are reminders all around,

taunting, stalking, leering

into the back of my head.

Please, I can't beg anymore.

Please, I need to be strong.

Please, I still die here.

Reviews

[Just Kim]

Now I love this, all that emotion in every word
I could see these as lyrics, nicely written.