MEMOrIES OF THE SOUL ARE FORBIDDEN
We are amoung a web,
of twisted confusion.
only a beginning, never ending,
we are memories of the soul.
we are only traced
by the footsteps of our master
be thankful, for
we are memories of the soul
try if you will,
futility is all you can know
you have no place here
we are memories of the soul
as if you could see in,
what of you then?
are you prepared
for the memories of the soul
taking the form of dreams,
distoring nothing for sanity's sake
reliving all in pieces,
we are memoires of the soul
