yog-sothoth 10 :
memorium

to lose that part of me
when my entire mind revolts
to forget the nightmare
that was your soul
is like losing teeth
two at a time
i lose myself
but gain control

if i ever miss you
i have those words
i have the ancient rites
of resurrection
the moment is delayed
it's long in coming
and no-one will ever know
except in my confession


om