I remember the terror on her face,
That was overflowing with streams.
I remember the emptiness in the heart,
Whose beats were silent as father’s grave.
I remember the monster of red,
That leaked for eternity.
I remember no feelings of pain,
When the poison was made.
I remember staring at them,
With gazes of the undead.
I remember the looks of anger,
Reflecting their disappointment.
I remember the inquiries for reasons,
That hid in the mind.
I remember sleeping for hours,
Waiting for answers to rhyme.
I remember meeting my selves,
Who were lost in their wounds.
I remember what should’ve never happened,
But longs for forgiveness and salvation.