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My mind is like a sea, My memories are like the violent waves, Smashing, crashing into the rocks. And still I remember, Just as violently as those deadly waves. The white was churning madly, Amongst the dark clouds. Far away, the voice of terror- crying for my help. A huge wave, Upset as one could ever be, Crashing once again against the rocks! But now against him, A head, by now is all that's left, Staring down off the cliff. The head is now crashing, Violently as I, Against the rocks. A sea once of pale blue, Became a deep crimson. Crimson as the blood he bled, Bloody as my memories. For, as I cry my heart away, Over a memory much too clear, I sit and ask myself why I was there, And why I had to see. Something dreadful, dreary, dank, Forever dwells in me. A dream is all I see. |