Wrack my brain of what remains
Scattered splatters of dead dying thought
Lost to the lock and chain of my fear
Nothing is here between my ears
I've burned every cell and swallowed the ash
At last, reminded and reunited with what I have forgotten
Kindle the coal, reignite my soul
Dare not leave the barren plain of my home until I have bled my bones dry
Memory bleached in the sun
Remembered not for my deeds, but rather what I was to the eye
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