What I Will Remember Poem by victoria martinez

Beating a dead dog with a stick
Its moments passing they will be the ones I forget
Nothing is ever remembered here
Nothing is ever savored here
It’s all this worldly death
We forgive the unforgivable and I accept;
The unacceptable
It’s like I have no control
And you are the control
World around me slipping through open vents
I’m releasing all the pressure before it pops
Too late the pressure has built up
Translation; we let go of what was rightfully ours
We gave into all those clichés
Two heads was never better than my one
And the time releases again like a spinning top
But, this top don’t stop
Circles of eternity it spins
And moments of deep metal into the wood
And cool air pushes away the friction
Passing through the space
Space fulfilling an abyss
Looking through some glass only to lose some thoughts
Feeling the tips of your fingers and pricking them with needles
Just to see the red liquid come out
Yes, you are alive
But, the feeling is what makes you
Cause even the dead will bleed
It’s the pain of the needle pushing through your flesh
That’s what you need to feel
The pressure as the skin unwilling departs
Nothing but, pain is remembered here
Only cause in the end that what lets me feel the air I breathe