Killin' the memories of you
By molock
Can't get a grip,
give me another
vice to use...
maybe this one
will do the trick
...a servent to my
abuse.
gettin' pleasure
from the pain,
destroyin' myself
...killin' the memories
of you
love grows cold,
and roses die...
expecting a
miracle,
water turned
to wine.
but living in
peril,
'cause of loves
design.
my method of
defense,
green
white
blue.
if that doesn't
work
...a candle and a
spoon.
the tools of the
trade,
when i'm payin'
my dues
destroyin'
myself
...killin' the
memories of you.
fightin' through
another day,
which weapons
do i choose?
i can't do this
alone
...gotta these
memories in a
noose.
givin in to addiction,
'cause i got nothin'
left to lose.
surrendering to my
affliction,
destroyin' myself
...killin' the memories
of you.
love grows cold,
and roses die.
expectin a miracle
water turned to wine
but living in peril
'cause of loves
design...
Comments on "Killin' the memories of you"
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On Sunday, November 19, 2017, Drea
(1443) wrote:
The title says it all. It's painful to read when you can feel it.
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On Sunday, November 19, 2017, molock
(314) wrote:
thanks Drea, when i wrote this i was having many problems. later sis
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On Sunday, November 19, 2017, Allen
(165) wrote:
I can imagine this with some maybe rock or blues music being sung in a soft wisper or sad tone
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On Sunday, November 19, 2017, molock
(314) wrote:
thanks for stoppin' by and commenting peace brother - m0
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On Sunday, November 19, 2017, Phalanx
(677) wrote:
For clarity, I don't use needles. If you haven't been here, don't assume so much. Hell has a mind you don't know.
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On Sunday, November 19, 2017, molock
(314) wrote:
i promise you Phalanx i've been there, i wrote this over 17 yrs ago from my own experience after my divorce. at that time i was doing every kind of drug you can think of trying to deal with the overwhelming depression i was having. my own kind of hell was in my mind and i couldn't escape it. i appreciate you reading and commenting. peace brother - m0