My memories of you? I packed them up and
built myself a pyre, where they could do not harm.
When I thought of you it burned a hole,
and left ashes in my heart.
I no longer feel, your memories no longer raw.
You wove a spidersweb of dreams and then you
lit them up. A smile on your cruel lips as your
vacant eyes watched them burn.
In the ashes where you belong,
how do you keep creeping back?