rain in my head
seep out my eyes
drain from my heart,
now i do part
forgetting is dead
on flow thrives
muscled in by layers-
voiced with slayers
idled upon energy's thread
cuckoo'd from its tide
familied by a brand-
freezes hour's sand
sear'd till widespread
my marrow to fry
murdered by ghost
living now as their host
Alone Tone
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memories-264/
