Pandora's box hid from me.
Packed away so nice and neat.
Stored it away.
He pulled it out.
Opened them one by one.
Memories attached to painful emotions.
All of them flying about.
Floating around the red lit room, like feathers from a pillow fight.
A mess to clean up.
Each memory to be gathered and all placed where they belong.
But they are refusing to return.
Promises that can't be kept.
Lies whispered into our own ears.
Wanting it back.
Walking away.
Breath won't come.
"Good-bye" never passed the lips.
"Good-bye" was what was heard.
The quiet sounds leave room for the noise of a foolishly beating heart.
The mind knows and trusts in reason.
Fury of the lost screams it's voice to silence.
Turn the volume up on ambient sounds.
Senseless chatter.
Click clack, switching stations.
Thump thud, changing lanes.
Listen to it.
Slow and deep, in and out.
The dark day soon arrives.
Running but going no where.
Trying to escape but already there.
Fast Forward to the future.
Turn the page.
Not even sweet intoxication will wash away the pain.
