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Here Again

Updated on August 17, 2013

Here I am again.

Alone inside my head.

soaked in our memories

Whispering to me.

Awake inside this dream

Remembering.... Everything...

visions stream in the seams.

This room screams you and me.

Scratches in the paint...Remind me of the pain.

Beautiful and true.

Was once me and you.

The memory replays.

Just like it was that day.

As I lay completely nude,

while you lay your pain in paint.

The door was our escape.

But fate would find its way.

Diminishing all but hate.

Screaming, fist to face.

Fighting till we fade.

Scratching till we paid.

Our debts remain the same...

Tears now drown , the pillows out,

down deep in this twisted game we play.

That love is there waiting to be saved.

Now here i am again.

Locked inside my head.

Thoughts come in like rain.

Twisting my heart up again.

I feel you like a ghost,

my body tingles with the cold.

just a faded figment when.. I need you the most.

The days flew into months and these months are shaded grey.

How could I let you slip away.

Behind closed bars you wait.

Yet this room feels like a cage.

Its not the same..

When its not your face ..

I see when i awake.

These walls breathe memory.

Of a past that will haunt me for eternity.

What becomes of Sid without Nancy.

Like me without you.

Do you feel like you've lost all sanity.

Screaming Silently

a loving rocking slip into insanity.

You are my pain, my love , my shame, Me EveryFuckingThing.

Love me silently,

just as long as

you love me

love me endlessly

loving Silently ..

Here we are again...

love without an end....

here we are again....

to sid

from nancy aug 16 2013 *Zayleen Pain


I do wish i had a picture of the door i write about. The amazing artist and poet , Awful poet, painted an beautiful abstract piece on the back of our bedroom door, that holds the emotions of our memories to this day. This inspired me to write this poem/song while laying on our bed staring into the depth of the painting and remembering...


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      brittney 4 years ago from lost in my own minds lines

      Thank you so much as always my dear friend! I always enjoy and learn from your feedback.

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      cleaner3 4 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

      hi ..Zayleen . I do like your poem .. it expresses your emotions quite well, although it still seems you are trying to let go of your ghosts.. that haunt you .. In actuality the small reprise at the end is better than the poem is your soulful truth .!