The past revolves around our fragile lives,
A touch here, a touch there,
Demolishing our paths.
A matter of time is what forgetting is about,
In circles it goes, making the matters worse.
It always brings reasons to remember what made our souls ache.
A neverending story, an echo, a distant wave of remorse.
Remember to forget, for your own sake.
Remember to forget what sent shivers down your spine,
In erotic complexity, intriguing extasy, of bodies blunt edges.
Remember to forget every breath you lost in an insane psychotic rage,
Sharp emotion cutting blind intentions, sending you to the deepest
Forget the sickness, the name you remember so well.
It dwells in empty corners, it swells your tissues, it brings you agony.
A parody of your present life.