I used to dream in tongues

In languages left unspoken

Fear of knowing

Fear of being the one

Twisted in the moment of falling behind

Running in the wrong direction 

Being lost to time

Finding a place to call your own 

Then losing the key

Fearful memories

Alone at last

Drunken nights

I forget my past

The people

The places 

And the feelings that live there 

I will tell you a story 

Pull up a chair

Listen closely 

“I let the devil in once and he has lived here since.”

I hope it haunts you

Like a memory out of reach 

Just there by a figure of speech 

Twisted thoughts

Round and Round

Buried under the idea of being alone

Forget my name

Remember me

Is it so hard to go down in infamy