by Danny Anaya de Leon
Still,
The silence becomes my enemy.
Memories,
Flashbacks to the places I9ll never be able to erase.
Never,
Leave my mind as I try to regain what your name meant to me.
Leave,
As I try to live.
No,
Good memories come to mind. Only films of terror.
Matter,
They say you do.
How Much I,
Try to remember the greenlight dying in the hurricane.
Try,
And try to forget the mistakes and choices I9ll have to carry in my veins
burned ashes.
To Forget,
Is to live a lie when said you <live in peace with it=.
The Pain.
Will always be permanent, even in the history book you wrote about me
in your mind.
Elevators taking journeys,
Elevators taking destinations,
Elevators, the last place I9ll hold a memory of.
Elevators holding the last journey,
Elevator number 5 taking its last destination,
And in 12 seconds I9ll take my last breath.
Voices 