Beauty and the Beast

Memories coalesce like ink and charcoal on wet canvas
Dissolving into incoherence, blurred beyond belief
Remembrance takes prevalence over everything else
(No matter how precious they are)
The clock hand pauses; nothing exists but the memories
One hundred percent of innocence, now long forgotten.

Only in recollections I can be naïve once again.
The doppelganger, an alter-ego.
Parodying what was
(An evil mirror image mocking purity
With that derisive curl of the lip)
And it's hard to believe that's actually me.

Remembering, tasting the past
Deriving so much more pleasure from it
Than the burdening ache of stone-cold truth of what is.

Beauty of the illusory shrouds those in fantasy
Nevertheless the beast of reality ridicules the memories
And that wondrous beauty shatters;
Into infinitesimal fragments of past that cut the soul.

-matapokker 11 jan 2005.

there's something wrong with it but i can't tell what! and i've edited some parts. memories is such a boring title. beauty and the beast is hardly any better!