Help me forget
that I want to forget
for getting the hurt
hurting me for the urge
of forgetting myself
of forgiving myself
for forbidding the rain
in my red skies.
What I get
it's a disguise.
What I've lost
is way too far
and for all
and for the long way
the lost way
the only way
to change this
and bring back
the rain.
They're clear
my skies I mean.
No clouds, tears
or hope.
As close as I feel
to those sky's clothes.
As far as I know
as far as I go
as far as I've become
this little wreck
hiding, crying,
fading, slaving.
As far as my chains
as these chains
I've provided myself with.
It's unclear,
not these skies
where nothing lies
where nothing stays
where I remember
when all I want
is to forget her.
