A/N: It's not perfect. But it explains a lot. Well, to me, at least.


.relentless.


It is in these slight,
unyielding moments,
when half-light glows
inside my head
(like photographs
of something I never knew)...
It is then that I remember
you.

You,
in all your shades
of red and black,
rough and tumble bitter.
I see light behind your eyes
that burns through yesterday
and renders you
into what you have become.

And with every little bite
of pain,
My mistakes fill me
and overflow.

Spill out in undead memories
of you.