What’s In Your Basement?
For a second I didn't feel the pain anymore
It's like my mind ripped the latch and fell back the trap door
Then I crawled off the stage, what I could run for?
As the spotlight hit quick with a flash back of more
These painful moments, f**k it, frame em..
Because my mind is already pacing, racing
searching burried memories in the basement
In old boxed thought blank labeled and nameless
Picking up the closest box and seeing what was hidden
Picked out a cracked pic with a past kiss; I left forbidden.
This is your place?
You didn't you do this by yourself..?
Did you paint your walls black
And put the stains in your couch?
This is not what you're about.
Must of been that someone else..
Who left you bleeding for there demons
Just to wither you out.
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poem I wrote about memories popping up in your head that your dont wanna think about.