forgetting your memories
doesn't mean they forget you
life isn't so simple
for little boys who dabble in fire
no salvation without ignition
there's your cross, pray on it
but where's your god
maybe you forgot that one too
maybe you forgot the kid you killed
but I promise, he won't forget you

I woke and packed the dangling entrails of my heart away,
looking back with suspicious eyes as I walked out
you came home, no doubt, and found my love letter
"One day you're going to rot in your own misery,
you're going to bleed from reddened eyes
and sob for some sort of answer or reason
as to why you were forced to live a lie.
And when the answer comes,
I'll already be gone."

No doubt.