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→ Forgetting The Memories - The Lake


I don't remember walking out of that forest dream

I don't know if I ever did

I don't know if I ever did


Why do I keep being frail

Of your pain and frustrations

The scent of rot and decay 

Takes me further down this purposeless path

Only to be disintegrated again

 

Physical fault and death close at hand

Depleted and weakened 

I'm at your demand

I'm worn out


Living in the guilt of being misused

Death keeps me up at night

Living in the guilt of being misused

But I can find no one to help me lift myself off the ground


You fill up every empty space

It's like you suffocate me with your absence 

You did me so much wrong

But I can't help myself 

To follow you

And even though you're dead

I follow you again


Even though it's over I know you're dead and gone

I keep seeing you from my backyard window at night

Forcing yourself in again


Arise and untie

The night is dark and I swoon

In the glimmer of the moon

I can't stop to wonder

Was that really you


I miss the sound of your voice

Every day always the same


You fill up every empty space

It's like you suffocate me with your absence 

You did me so much wrong

But I can't help myself

To follow you

And even though you're dead

I follow you again

(I walked barefoot into the grove behind our house)

I follow you again


The raw night rain pastes the forest dirt 

On the soles of my feet


My hands linger, dark shapes

Holding me as I follow a ghost

My pale skin meets the cold lake

Where the leaves still whisper

Whisper of violence

Whispers of tears


I don't remember walking out of that forest dream

I don't know if I ever did

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