turned into memories,
hatred, powerlessness of will,
scars that will décor our souls
stained tattoos that our eyes carry
hopes that we dare not to use,
with too many stories untold
steps towards the darkness that we once feared.
Destinies that made us see,
feel what we now call memory.
For making us live once again
abandoning us in this lake of death,
on this valley of shed tears
Rehearsals & Tentatives #2 – The essence of nothing at all.