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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