Soundtrack of my suppressed memories

I closed the gallery but the pictures still circulate
Shades of my past self in the shadows
Do they know what I did?
The wrinkles deepend, they scar over, and blend into my flesh, callosu contour
I still see you in the dark, sitting at the edge of my head, hands over your face, like you used to when you lamented and apologized
Why couldn’t I forvie?
And just let you live, and our demons could cohabit the closet and light up the darkness and bridge our hearts, but I had to win I had to leave first, no one wants to be left, I closed the doors. Tuned in the keys
But someone broke in and scattered the art and there you are…
Watching me