The Sad Word - The Azoic

Each day I’m closer to forgetting.

These times of pain;

In days of shame.

By cutting out memories on skin.

And removing the guilt of sin.

Images pass with hallowed eyes.

Sucked of life that make my stomach crawl.

Immortal are you my dead child.

Weeping tears and silent cries.

Trapped in a web, sucked of life.

In a pool of calm you lay.

Drown, drown, down.

Amnesia hits;

a violent fit.

Strangling, wondering.

Silence creeps up my throat.

Trapped within, trembling.

Nothing remains of the struggle.

Devoid of hurt and buried in hell.

Immortal are you my dead child.

Weeping tears and silent cries.

Trapped in a web, sucked of life.

In a pool of calm you lay.

Drown, drown, down.

The life that I could not give lives inside of me.

I take it away deprived of life,

A beginning;

an ending.

By cutting out memories on skin.

And removing the guilt of sin.

Images pass with hallowed eyes.

Sucked of life that make my stomach crawl.

Silence creeps up my throat.

Trapped within, trembling.

Nothing remains of the struggle.

Devoid of hurt and buried in hell.