Shadows Of The Past

Shadows from my past can be so cruel and ruthless.

So many faces with no names.

So many voices without an owner.

"It will all come back to you..." they say.

I don't wish, however, for this to be true.

I can't bring myself to believe that it is.

For my life will be so quickly taken once my secrets return.



My "instincts" were what I was told to call them.

They told me what was right and wrong.

They showed me the path upon which I was to follow.

The one that everyone seemed to hide from me.



If my shadows of the past come to haunt me...

They will lead me into insanity.

Yet they would bring me back again for another

dose of what used to be my torturous reality.



Amnesia... some consider it a curse.

With me, it is such a grand blessing to not remember my past.

A cool breeze on a hot day, and a breath of air under a deep ocean.

But memories that I do not want to return are washing over me.

The horrid things that I did.

The numerous lies that I told.

The gruesome bloodshed that I watched take place.



If the shadows of the past come back for me...

I will be forced to run again.

To be in their path and walk it with them is a debt to the world that I can not repay.

So many apologies have to be left unsaid.



But if the shadows of the past wish to have me...

All I can say is simply that I am wanted.

But there is no dead or alive... for they will only give the first.


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