whenever your memory occurs,
and flash before my eyes,
slowly,
and pressed deep,
the blades,
they stab,
inside.
whenever your memory occurs,
and flash before my eyes,
there are,
no tears
left,
for me to cry.
why then for them to come,
to steal away my joy,
why then for them constricting,
i only want to breath.
whenever your memory occurs,
and flash before my eyes,
slowly,
and pressed,
the blades,
they stab,
inside
so deep.
