Days and nights
pass in an endless circle
trapped somewhere from an image
i escaped from
till it became one and the same
the way you haunt
in images and memories
of a taste i would never forget
the way your presence
stings
and the way i lose my pride
when you whisper
and the way it all hanuts
and threatens to tear me
but can't leave
a hunger to forget
because remembering
reduces everything to ashes
and time freezes
like the tears you claim to have cried
12.04.2003 2:46 a.m.
haunted
haunted
