Frailty encompasses in a thick shroud
Bound to immorality, a scapegoat
Your life, your thought
Immeasurable to a point
"I hate it when you forget..."
And there are choices that we made
Holding us prisoners in little black boxes
And if we could step out for a moment
I bet I could hear your mind again.
And our words remain etched
In deep recesses
Ready to burst out
At a moment's notice
Destroying everything in it's wake
"I hate it when I remember..."
Finish me off
Before I submit
Choked for air
Occupied, owned, resurrected
From thin air