Memory..a random thought.

A million words , a million lines,
never ending sea , tide of time.
I wonder if it can take away,
What was so mine.


A thousand lives it will live
A thousand forms it will take
love , hate to being meaningless.
But all i wonder ....will it ever die?

Red.

Red. The colour red.

Beauty and bestiality.

The more I clutch

The more distant it became.



Red. The colour red.

Paint my memories.

Paint my black robed

Memories red, FOREVER.

 and for a little more.