Vice

Last Fall was the first time I made my memories fade. 

They told me it would happen again soon... 

Day by day I sought joy in the rain,  

Laughter in pain,  

And pleasure in the darkness surrounding. 

But the giddy joy I felt from entertaining muses,  

Only left my mind trapped and scarred-  

With bumps and bruises  

Last Spring, I made my memories fade again,  

With glass cup and cold liquor  

With loud shouts and a heart of vigor,  

With a breath fresh from wine and prideful toasts,  

With a mind haunted by unease and past ghosts. 

Yet the voices I heard never told me how to proceed... 

Should I listen to sound advice from the angel on my right? 

Or should I be left alone with demon and sinful deed?  

I don’t expect an answer now,  

I just want you to sit back and th(dr)ink, 

Just take may hand so that our bodies will link...  

But Last Summer I watched my memories fade for once,  

Then, I found joy in the light,  

And was starting to become someone new,  

Then, I found peace in time alone,  

‘Now with liquor and laughter to drown my blues.  

But I never really thought I’d be the one to get stuck in a vice, 

A small shade of doom and gloom  

And I never really thought it would be (that) hard to break  

‘Wishing my my memory would come back soon...