༺˚˙∘• † deadly memories †•∘˙˚༻

train passing by in the pouring rain. thought I heard them calling my name. I watched the world unfold into its own universe, holding on to every nickel and dime in that purse. I saw that hearse driving him away, what a faithful day. I wish I could stay, but the memory still remains. I was just a kid hearing a song for the first time, it's been so long but I recall it like yesterday. recount the words on every string and verse. my life is a curse but I persevere. playing guitar in a funeral home I whispered every word every chord in that room. leading to my eternal doom. tears streaming down their faces. I didn't mind until I broke one of the vases. It was not a crime. just a child, like I've always been. life is never as mild as it appears to be. living life so dangerously. take things one step at a time, the extreme day to day. it's okay, I'll stick by your side and I'll sing along to say I've tried. I walked in a medow with a friend, I never lied. just a kid and we forged through the forest. parents came searching after us but we talked about death and other stuff. playing tom petty on the radio, turning up the stereo dancing with my dad in the basement. 4 years old and I knew nothing more than the moment. time is so precious it goes too fast, take your time to make it last. the past is so important to look back on, but if you stay you might never leave. live in the moment to achieve the things you desire, but one lit match thrown into the fire. 5 years later, and I had learned much more. pitch black night sky, my legs so sore from dancing under the stars with my very bestfriend. the light of a bonfire lit the way, drunk parents and their friends cheered us on anyway. shouting the lyrics to our song. wish I could turn back time, make the clock reverse. remember the moment we knew things were worse. music holds memories fragile and tough, it can revert you to the time when things were rough. each and every memory handpicked like a harvest in the fall, no pumpkin patch could compare at all. reflecting and dissecting the small details of your life, sharp and distinguished like the deep cut of knife.