Mistakes, missteps and regrets.
The kind that fill your dreams,
Your nightmares.
Then you start to forget.
You let it slip away into the void.
How you count the days,
Waiting for the scabs to heal.
One day without realizing it they do.
But if you think hard enough you can still feel it.
Fingering the scars,
How numb they are.
The nerves damaged beyond repair.
You'll never heal that,
But you don't need to.
You can only recall so much before it's torched.
Burned up and distorted.
The moment has come to forgive.
Truly. Honestly.
Myself.

Slither passed the confessions.
Weave and wander out of sight
Do not let this one in,
Keep her guarded,
Smother out her light.
Should a shard remain aglow,
Don't listen to her whispering soul.
Shut her up, stomp and scream
Until the voice grows hoarse and dry
Until she's left unable to whimper.
Until you're sure she'll die.

Silent silhouettes.
Pushing closer in the night,
Filling dreams with their memories.
Bleeding and breaking.
Echoes of the past,
Slicing through the dark.