Paulatim Mori

When your life seems to crash behind the lies And you live in the memories behind our eyes.

The memories of life's faded picture
Have stayed with me through each continuous kicker.
They have shot myself down with each strife
Pulling out blood caused by a metal knife.
While punching my stomach and cutting my wrist,
I am soon met with an ever lasting dark mist.
This life has beaten me until I'm black and blue
So that I can't see what is going to become true.
Each time I hear unwanted words spoken
I find myself more shattered than broken,
Yet I continue to move on through this path
That has taken over me and stopped my past wrath.
Still I can't help but stare at the faded love
For back then, it was my favorite day above.
And today, I'll imagine what it was like back then
Even though, the same song plays over and over again.
I just can't shake off the feelings from the time that's gone
Though I know, they can never be restored or redone.

Author's Note

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