For You to Remember Me

I write to you from the highest, coldest and darkest cell Of the prison guarded by horror, Where fear provides me with constant torture and agonizing pain. Today just like yesterday, I wait for my trial by the hand of oblivion, With a back crooked by pain and a face defeated by terror. I write from this, my room, my cell, Where light does not dare set foot and security has lost its meaning. I write, for you to remember me; Even when doing this is accepting you can forget me. I write to share my sins with you, My crimes, my fears, Even though you might already know them. The worst of my fears, Is that the wait might wear of my dreams and stab my hope. That my eyes might forget you, And that my lips might not remember your name. My worst fear; Is to lose my memory by reason of the wait, That my feet will not recall the path that leads to you. I am afraid, I am terrified of forgetting, And even if some day I come back to you, I will tremble in fear. Fear that my hands have lost their touch And might heart have turned cold. The horror of finding light, Without the will to open the eyes. To be blind by choice, Even outside the dungeon. Since I left fear has become my jailor, While I wait for my trial at the hands of oblivion. I write, for you to remember me; Even when doing this is accepting you can forget me, my freedom.