For a moment lets pretend
there are no memories,
Each generation on its own.
So would miracles and crimes
Alike be lost to their own times.
Crazed witnesses would be crawling on their knees
Haunting desperately our doors of stone
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Universe
Poetry* Welcome to my Poetic* *Universe * Hush little baby You're almost dead You don't have a Pulse and your Pillow is red Your family hates You and your friends Let you bleed Sleep tight with a knife That's all you need
