sand

the layers of sand are shifting
each grain, each second, each breath
piling on top of each other like corpses
in the trenches of my memories

every day is a snowflake
so different, yet same
i sink deeper and deeper
every time you whisper my name

my hourglass is broken
malware in my mainframe
my thought are vaporous mists
wafting from my heated brain

i dip my fingers in the sands
grains stick to my fingers
i can't shake them off
for i don't understand

my memories and visions are entwined
in the ball pit of my mind
what monsters pop up i don't know
should i stay or should i go

ticking

there is a crawlspace
right here
in my chest
no blood
just cobwebs
even the spiders
have left this place
just dirt and memories
fill this space
sometimes i hear
a ticking sound in this void
i ignore it
as you do
as i've done
for all these years
it ticks louder now
the sum of my fears
maybe i need a bomb squad
to crawl into this darkness
and figure out why
the sky is a mess
cut the wire
red or blue
save me from the truth
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#4, so it goes.

Cursed with Memories

Bad songs on a lonely night
A hungry heart which won't fight
A scalding pain tearing me apart
I hate to think this is just the start

More follows
In new shapes
Left alone for dead
I never asked for this much space

I can do nothing but hold on
Like a dying man hanging on to hope
To a memory of long ago
Should I let it go?

But who is holding who?
Whose face in whose head?
The vicious circle of a thought
Somethings I just don't want to forget