Liquid Memory

It runs through my fingers.

Liquid memory of yesterday.

It tastes like forbidden love.

It tastes just like heaven.

The clouds are opening now

No more bitter tears left to cry.

The wounds are starting to heal.

The ragging storm is calming down.

It runs through my fingers.

Liquid memory of yesterday.

It pierces my brain sweetly.

Shakes every inch of my heart.

Vessel of a forbidden kind of desire.

It eats me alive with ravenous hunger.

Nobody saw this pale ghost coming.

Kingdom filled with zombiefied citizens.

It runs through my fingers.

Liquid memory of yesterday.

At moments tastes like poison.

But it makes me touch the sky.

Poison ivy turning my skin red.

The air is slowly leaving my lungs.

Bitter touch of distant reality

Becomes the only pure truth.

It runs through my fingers.

Liquid memory of yesterday.

I don’t want to leave this hell,

But I am afraid of staying in.

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