Bank of Hate
By: Cry
Think of her... but keep belief she's gone,
keep her memory but don't let it loose,
just deposit it in a bank of hate, always
remembering one and never two. Hate her
song when it plays on the radio, but
never could you hate her, so you put the
girl inside of storage just to fake the pain.
You'll never figure out if she's meaningful,
or if she's just a mistake you've made...
a cell in the brain plays receptionist where
deposits of your all-knowing-ness goes in
the slot, but when this is processing - try
not to forget what you've lost. flip pages
that belong in the back to the front! do
it just this once to get shit done. eat an
apple crisp and drink up a glass of rum,
before you remember alchohol isn't
permitted to be drank inside of banks. If
you didn't get that... think of it as well
before you take this drink, or you'll wind
up stupid and left without the ability to
blink. when you ponder your thoughts -
don't ponder long or you'll get caught in
just an image of a dream, and make sure
to catch yourself in the act because a
nightmare is a dream too. you need the
good memories of her, not just the bad
ones you cling to.
Think of her... but keep belief she's gone,
keep her memory but don't let it loose,
just deposit it in a bank of hate, always
remembering one and never two.
my bench is warm, although made for
two; it stays cold on one side. thoughts
chase boards where love would once sit,
and here's an outside view of the bank -
can you guess which one it is?
"Welcome to the bank of all things you knew -
where you store pain, scrapes, and everything that's doomed.
and don't forget: remembering's what we aim to do."
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