Her Name is Memory - by Noctuary
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My memories fall around me
Like leaves after an autumn storm
I want to gather them in my arms
And carry them with me
Always…
I want to listen to them tell their tales
But they crumble dead in my hands
Their story slipping through my fingers
Through the cracks in my memory
I have a secret you’ll never know
I think I died back there… when I was 11
Re-born I’ve created my own memory
Re-written my own past
What o don’t remember I eave alone
She comes back, grabbing me through my dreams
To find me, to tell me….
But I turn down the lights
Rip out the tongues
I even try to drown her,
My hands around my own neck
