Poem about regret and reliving those moments and memories that you most wish to redo, escape, and/or forget.

There’s no rest for the Wicked

No moment when thoughts don’t rage

Find your worst memory, forever re-read the page

Mind never blank

Remember all that you did.

 The moon comes out

The clouds drown out all your shouts.

 Night time is forever reflected

While the evil is forever perfected.

Try to move on

Move past the things you remember

But losing all that you loved

Was more than could be bared

When push came to shove.

Dreams turn into nightmares
Nightmares back into real life
What did you do to deserve all the strife
Or were you the one to cause it?
Is that the reason the idea of Death Bit?

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