The past is a terrible thing when it still resides in your brain.
Haunting everything you thought was gone. It controls aspects that you deemed were unmovable, unbreakable.
It courses through your blood. Constantly screaming to get out. Explode from underneath your skin. Break free.

The past is a terrible thing to waste but wasting is all you yearn for it to do.
If it doesn’t destroy you before you destroy it; just pray that it isn’t as bad as you know it is.

Ignorance is bliss.


This stain you left on my heart... my reactions are due to the residue.