WARNING: It's a gory and graphic description of my struggle to remember important things
Slipping through the cracks,
Like drops of rain on a sidewalk,
Gushing down a storm drain.
Trying in vain,
To remain,
Here.
In my brain.
Scratching at the membrane.
Clawing through the tissue.
Bloody mess,
Pulpy brain matter,
Pooling at my feet.
Trying to remember,
Trying to be remembered.
Cementing itself with scars.
Creating aneurysms,
Hemmorrhaging into the gutters of my cerebral cortex,
Cannabalizing thoughts and childhood memories.
My cerebellum now sated,
Memories gush from my open eyes,
Hemophiliactic tear ducts.
I'm unable to hold memories,
My brain is drowning in blood,
A boiling Hellbroth.
Unable to remember,
My memories consume me.
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Poetry and Things Like It
my depressing and maddening works of idiocy, these poems were written long ago and i only keep them for nostalgia's sake
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The Goddess Zephyr
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