Concealed by the open abyss of the night,
these memories they've begun to string along-
With the infliction only to be remember by the insanity,
that we've called this life for so long.

Looking to find they way to express,
the true grief that only now resides within this aching soul.
Once such a illuminating smile that knew only happiness,
now has be turned into this scowl.

Hanging by the thread looking towards the above,
this lurking sensation of vivid imagination-
Only beings to stir the things the lurk deep within my darkened mind,
hate once faded into a happiness, broken times only now become a forgotten past.

To this promising shout on hurt will ever ring out,
on its way to begin the times of change.
Never to be remembered by the ones we've wished,
to be remembered by the ones that have cast us away from everyone.

Throw from the beauty to the sea of infliction below,
a vivid memory would only caused a painful expression to flow away.
Would I be stuck without a home, and taken away from the forsaken land.
hurled into the memory of the night of moon cover, hurt from here within this broken soul.

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