Thread: The Memory Forgotten

A ruptured heaven only fit for those clad in blood
Oil stained tears meant to fall from dead eyes
The seal and burden draped over indifferent hearts
Cast out cold glances jousting the pure soul

She's stuck somewhere replaying the same memory over again
Revisiting continually the silent horror
Dousing the guilt ridden soul in pity and hate
Growing away from putrid flesh, discovering mind

The forever-locked cathedral doors violently break apart
Crudely smashing the remnants of stained humanity that remain
All that can be seen is horror and deception
Loathing seizes the physical form completely

The one translucent memory still plays back stuck on repeat
An opaque meaning is found but never understood
Crooked cracks outline the flawed memories edges
Deceiving the boundaries of pretend and known

Film rolls back and the picture fades burnt gray
She finally has the power to leave hollowed hallow earth
The retention distilled into artificially downtrodden psyche
The reminiscence coming to life, creating false will

No longer breathing, her soul lay in the empty shell
A slow, seeping hate fronting icy eyes
Her frail grasp of the foreign word humanity weakening
Hellish deeds witnessed only by cold moon rays

The sad breaking of a vital young girl
Building a delusional world to hide the grief
The deep nothingness of mind being her secret paradise
A wilting heart seconds away from immortal death

One memory continues to exist even after death
Sweet lips collide for the last kiss ten billion times over
Abruptly a candle flame is taken from its pedestal
Suffocated screams wail silently in her mind

And it all happens over again played back by force
Dying serenades pounding subconscious overtures
A quiet pact forged in forgotten blood made with God
Just to kill the invisible pain plaguing her malfunctioning heart

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The first line of this poem hit me while I was reading a book, a very odd book, after that I just kind of thought and thought about what I wanted to convey, here's what my mind fed me.

At first I tried to not tell a story, I wanted only to form something that talked, in a way. As I wrote though, a story did start to come together and I'm rather happy with what it says.

Throughout the poem I tried forming my lines so they had no real connection with what was said in the line above with the exception of the last two lines, I used those to conclude it, sort of. I couldn't think of a good way to end such a poem, I kind of wanted to keep writing, to give a distinct picture of my character, the nameless girl.

I am very happy with this work, I don't think I want to revise this, it's just to good in my eyes, others may say against that though. If you do see flaws tell me how to fix them, please.