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You sat awatch

The death of your memories

Straighten neck

To the rope of seduction

Tightened the knot

Around your throat

Of the forgotten

Is the dagger

Hitching the wounds

Of your past

A ballad not of sound

But vignette

Give into its broken flow

Of the forgotten

Is the echo

The uneven beat

Of your livid heart

Crawling to the surface

Of this abandoned shadow

Behind your confounded sight

Evergazing the sun

Of the forgotten

Is the dagger

Hitching the wounds

Of your past

It will pass you through the cold coal

Soaked in the tears of divine

Pact with the memories

Of a flame far agone