Every memory begins with a lie
That believes it understood its past
Mounting it on a pedestal for you to live a high
Of a promise that feels real
Born out of an illusion that can’t be but a broken deal
The delta feeds the change
The visceral belief makes everything out of range
To the pristine memory claim
No memory can’t share this agony in this game
For it has forgotten the rules
And threw away the fuels
That makes your today a distant past
Dressed in such a humble cast
We hold on to the dream within the seam
To keep the broken rules fueling our feuds
Silently claiming death to the living breath
The day remembers its past
Dismembering itself in a holy seal
That draws in the appeal of the dying lie
To seal the future with no memory of the real high.
Lost sets the tone
And in the middle of a final moan
A deadly appeal craves another memory
To hold the hand with an unbroken kiss of treachery.
Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~
Beautifully written 🙏🙏