by Crazy Retasu
Still these pages turn though
I stopped this writing long ago
And I never even learned to read.
A diary, a journal, a dusty volume
Of someone else's empty memoirs that
I don't remember because I couldn't
Forget. Again, always and never.
"Please, don't blame it on me"
Burns the heart of an old song
With each fiery pulse of regret
As smoke clouds my eyes and soul.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall apart.