What's Down Memory Lane Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

What's Down Memory Lane



Riding that black horse down memory lane.
Why does it always feel as if I'm the one who is insane.
The caution sign still remains the same.
Danger do not swim.
Feeding the sharks to there limit.
Staring through the twighlight, still waiting for the stars that should be soon glittering.

Riding that black horse down memory lane.
Why does it always feel as if I'm the one who is insane.
Take your pills; Crush, cut, and snort them up like it's cocaine if you want, if it makes you feel better.
Lighting fire to another unfinished letter.
How do I reach you, when your already gone.
Through a windshield right into a tree.
Oh how I wish I could trade places.
Oh how I wish that was me.

Riding that black horse memory lane.
Why does it always feel as if I'm the one who is insane.
Who is insane...

Picked on as kid.
Filling in gaps.
Build a bridge, a monument made of stone.
Knowing I was never alone.
Calling hades from a broken phone.
Oh how the fire still burns.

Riding that black horse down memory lane.
Why does it always feel as if I'm the only one who is insane.
A voice that haunts, a picture that doesn't fade even when close my eyes.
It's the one and only broken sunrise.
A place where tears turn into ash and time goes bye way too fast.
Always trying rewrite the past.
Remembering all the times when you made me feel like such an ass.

Riding that black horse down memory lane.
Why does it always feel.
Oh why does it always feel.
On the edge of my seat, and begging me to smoke with you please.
You just need to relax, you just need an escape.
The fights take there toll.
I wish I would have given another whirl.

But now..
But now...
I'm riding that black horse down memory lane.

But now..
But now...

Into the present.
Walking among living, but feeling so dead inside.
This is the black horses ride.

Wednesday, November 29, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death,guilt,memory,remorse
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