Can you hear my
heart beat?
Does the tidal flow of
blood within my being have effect?
No, the inevitable answer echoes.
Why must I be so foolish?
The
rain won't answer me when I call its name.
It won't accuse me or hold me to blame,
but I know the truth, and so do you.
I can smell the
guilt, the scent of accusation.
The wind whispers
forget, forgetGo ahead, demand the impossible.
Time is againt me, eraser of all things.
Keep your slow hands away from my memories.
Why must this
torture continue?
Prometheus feeding the damned birds.
Never again to know peace
this side of forgiveness.