What was once a gaping hole in the fabric of one’s life!
Somehow became a sought after comfort
Explain that, and the "Little Choads": the little "Chunks"
The tiny Little pieces that remain unchanged
Which are themselves quite startling in their bizarre and diametric opposition.
They are all the same!
Left to my own devices,I would say this about that
My new differences are defined by their similarities
Fact: I know that my cildhood memories are artificial!
Fact: I know I have re-engineered them!
Question: Why would anyone have willingly created something so bleak?
Obviously i certainly wouldn't, Certainly i didn't and yet?
My "One Man Evidentiary committee" eloquently shows that i did do that thing.
Have you ever apologized for not being what you know you are?
In retrospect, I Have! But what is it that i have done?
Made up a childhood completely?
Confabulated all those moments, which are best forgotten? What a bleak undertaking!
Who among you has not been needlessly tortured? and without a shred of hope for mercy?
In retrospect, I Have! But what is it that i have done?
I have experienced those things, Or did i make them up?
These terrible tendrils of moments
That stretch from the past
Are the remnants of those moments.
And they are all that will last
The center of all
That once was forever
Through time and pain
Ground down to never?
Never again the light from your eyes
Never again the song of your cries
Never again the silk of your pain
Or that final remission the moment is insane
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