Hidden Memories
These hidden memories,
are all that I have,
it seems to be the only thing,
that’s weighing on my soul,
The lights around me dim,
they seem to fade away,
and the walls drip,
with a thick red liquid,
There’s something about this room,
that is pulling me down,
my entire body is being pulled,
into a black hole,
There is no end,
to the torment,
to where the hidden memories,
seem to reside,
There is more to this than you think,
when our memories fade,
we lose everything,
and then we fade,
This is where it all ends,
this is where the pain begins,
then the hidden memories,
can become real again.