A memory from so very long ago,

I vaguely remember it.

For the most part,

For the life of me,

I can't remember the most important parts.

What is the lesson to be learned here?

Why can't I remember what I'm supposed to?

Why can I only remember the smell?

That metallic smell,

I think it was you, but I'm not sure.

Now, there is this one color before me.

It is crimson.

I can now feel a cold, hard object in my right hand.

That is all that I can remember now.

Why is that?

I wonder why.

Please, can you tell me?

Your face is all distorted to me.

Who are you?

What do you want with me?

I think I have gone blind.

My sight has been taken away from me.

That must be why I can't see you.

That must be why I can't see this memory.

It isn't as clear as another can see.

The area around me is cold.

My entire body is lit on fire.

Why is that?

My feet are now in a puddle of some sort.

I don't know what it is.

All I know is that I'm sinking fast.

I get tossed around.

The mouths made of monstrous shapes,

They toss about such a racket.

I squeeze my eyes shut and cover my ears.

Now I am deaf to these things.

I can't see the knives aimed at my heart.

Why kill something that's already dead?

I don't understand.

Can't you tell by my lifeless eyes?

Can't you tell that you've already killed me?

Maybe I killed myself.

I don't know.

Stop smothering me until I finally die.

How many times must I die?

Will you ever understand?

Stop killing me.

I want to stop killing myself.