Fading Memories

[spiritcoda]

 
The roar of laughter and cries,

Filled the streets festive delight,

Yet a mere shadow walked among,

Tall and dark, his hair smoothed out,

Black leather drawn to this chest,

Dark shades that hide his every glazing eyes,

Stuffing his hand in, the streets looked on,

 

As Crowds flowed in and out,

Music transformed as dancers rolled around,

A smile flickered as the music tore him apart,

Flashes of images, the past memories the one thing that did not fade away,

Name, job, family faded away like the dust,

Yet the smile still lingered in his eyes,

As he watched a couple kiss for the first time,

All he could do was look away,

Thorns of shards dug deep inside,

Now a traveler, a journey that takes him across the lands,

A target, a hit man, whatever that pays the most,

Was all that he wanted to do,

So that each moment facing death at his fingertips,

He would toil his fate,

So the hurt would not be so agonizing,

Tolerable, bearable just enough to continue,

Tearing himself to pieces so that he would not feel anymore,

And yet there she would be lying next to him, whispering, touching,

As he would stay awake listening to her breathe;

 

No matter what he did, the images crossed his path,

As he walked down the dark alley,

Only a shadow followed behind…