the erasure of a life i could have loved
but the most horrifying thing was never remembering
looking at things that arent quite right
smiling at people who arent quite there
questioning a scene that was never lived in
slow, drips of crimson seep through my skin
blooming across my chest, red angry streaks
a long ago, they meant something to me
but now, i dont know.
and i cant remember who
or what i was ever meant to be
now im stuck rotating, spinning around the clock
watching the hours tick by
forgetting, waiting for the inevitable end
looking for a memory of someone i used to see.