Forgetting to forget,
and all the pain comes flooding back.
All that's left is to remember,
memories that gather for their attack.
Sharper than any steel
is a blade fashioned out of years,
forged on an anvil of regret
and cooled with the heat of tears.
The sword cuts indiscriminately
and rends apart the soul.
Reliving all the boredom
of a life that lost its goal.
In a world where death is late to come,
Life in death is all that's left.
In a world where truth is stark and bleak,
the soul is lost bereft.