So this is what happens
in the after, After life,
after love, after you.
Life dwindles to pattern.
Day in day out the same
stupid boring lie.
I can't recall your image
as well as I once could.
losing you to life.
Though your eyes, dark
and painful. still burn
deep into my soul.
I want no more then to
rid myself of your tortured
resistent memory.
To never think of your
aphotic tastes or your
reminiscent touch.
But as time moves by
I find you there, stealing
my battered thoughts.
Why after all this time
Must you continue to
torment my bruised heart?
I should be done and I
thought I was, then here
you are again and again.
Forever to rape my freedom
with your arrogant misplaced
stares of disapproval.
