Brittle fingers reach out to grasp
What cannot be seen against the dark
No ruin or reason will keep us apart
These pages were written on loose scraps
Searching for a conclusion
To bring this end to an end
Caught alone again with these thoughts
Maybe this time it won't be so bad
Anesthetize impure reasons
Rightfully arguing against this cycle
Nine three one
It's always the same
Nine three one
Never going to change
Memory refers to our ability to hold in real life the features and feelings that made up the essence of a person who has already died. the memory of a deceased person lives for as long and fully as they're close people carefully remember. this seemingly clear banality is not as simple as it might seem at first glance. people begin to forget right away, as soon as the life leaves the body. and only a constant, every minute mental effort, requiring the most careful concentration of attention, memory and imagination allows you to keep the departed among the living, as if they were still with us. a wall of glass swallowing itself into a myriad of broken reflections that I cannot repair
I am never going to know
I am never going to learn
How to be myself
Or what that even is
Searching for another conclusion
In the ashes desperate measures
In the embers of the letters
That you wrote to me
Searching for the loss we have had to face
I draw back my hands and say goodnight
Pillars of lies built this home
Undeserving nights
I lay sleepless with question
Are you happy, can you be
Without you sacrificing your values and dignity
The answer is cold but true
You are frozen with fear
And unnerving recollections