Filter through the lies
Stand amidst the fallen
For no other footing is solid
Gentle ache
Splintered dreams
And Pale moments
Scream and cry
Cold slivers of madness
Nightmares as I sleep
Awake drowning in my own sweat
And the worst regrets as a knife
Twisting through my eye
Eyes I sometimes wish were blind
Lost and slight
Weak fevered whispers
Denials of the worst truths
Pictures in flame
Still not enough to erase
Am I the lowly traitor?
Drown me, sweet Mnemosyne
Shall I fade away?
Symptoms of a lost mind
Glimmers of a time
Before the damage had been done
So haunting, lilting tremors
If I could but be a bit like that girl again
Unravel at such a sight
Though only within a memory...
© Christina Nabity
Written August 9, 2011
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