Memories

Memories

Like a knife in my back - the thoughts I adored.
A slashing flashback, and I smiled as it was scored
Into the neck of my mind by a well known assassin
Who with light lethal lips manipulates passion
Before me she calculates how to destroy
The future beliefs of a na?ve young boy
And smiles in the present as in the future she knows
She'll torture the thoughts that together we chose.

So crack my head open and scoop out the memories.
Heap them and burn them like counterfeit cash.
And store all the ashes somewhere that's dark -
With the unhappy childhood and its hurtful remarks.
Then mop up the blood and paint a new face
That loves me and beams in its temporary place.