Dying Memories

How do you fight it?
That slow pull you feel.
To reach for the door
that can take you out of
This place.

This place made of stone.
Of ice.
Of ghosts.
Filled with the memories of
A love that should be
Forgotten.
A monstrous love
that destroyed the souls of both.

You don't.
You just accept.
And when the red tide comes again
You jump.
Your life; gone forever.
The pain; gone
Forever.


Before anyone thinks that this is any indication that I'm suicidal i wrote this at a time when I was very mentally unstable and confused. I was fighting against depression and I'm over that now. I just want to share all that I've written in the last year, year and a half :)