Haunted Photographs

There's a memory left inside of me, 

as I grip my pen, all senses flee... 

Like a ghost, all too excited to snuff my fucking flame-

I bleed and bleed, from a madness not to tame. 

Words slip through my fingers, screaming in vain. 

Letter by letter, stitch by stitch-

etched in pain. 

Thought by thought. 

Tear by tear. 

A familiar face from yesteryear... 

Vicious echoes rip these wings, 

lost I am to fly. 

I run and hide from what's inside, 

Why do I even try? 

These photographs in my mind, 

are all that i truly know... 

Your love, my love, time after time,

blow after blow after blow...