Memories of a night which died a thousand deaths
to give birth to a day which never came
haunt me like worn out pages of a diary
I never filled.
The hollow words etched push through my skin
Songs of deluded promise fill the air.
I walk alone, lost in darkness,
My heart in hand, my perception lost.
My steps tremble.
My blood runs cold.
I fight the memories I once cherished.
I tear down the castle I built,
brick by brick.