Memory Number 1:
She was the most angelic mortal I've ever held close to my heart
The blood that pumped through my veins showed expressions on charts that could sing a melody to your ears
Mind fucking tunes that ring bells of fears with passion so undeniable that even in your dreams you'd humm the agony I feel
I can still hear the sweet sounds of her voice as she expressed her love to me
Telling me I was her one and only
And no matter what happens, she'll always be the angel I breath
Which brings me to my next memory

Memory Number 2:
Was you...
Your passions for Methamphetamine
And how it effected the life you've provided me
Only as a seed that busted through the every pleasure of your pipe
I was your first depression and your last obsession
But you still decided I wasn't enough to be your primary confession
So you denied me for your faultless addiction
And sold me as an affliction to your future that held a prediction you couldn't even phantom
I wasn't even worth the "I" in the "Love You" statement you attempted

Memory Number 3:
Brings me to a rhetorical question indeed
How can a man be a husband if he rapes his wife continuously?
She wasn't nothin but the whore in your life you assaulted daily
And to think, I was the product you conceived?
Fuck you being a part of me
And a part of me refuses to set free from the scorned memories that burn deep in my chest as I breath...
Fresh air was no longer in need as I sipped air of stale speed pills that you pooped vigorously

And now we move to Memory Number 4:
You were higher than a kite when you committed the crime of a lifetime and took my last peace of mind
How could you murder the woman you called your wife?
Through sickness and health I guess death did ya'll part
Or did death do her part from the misory you intended to start
I denied you for reasons I couldn't explain as you denied me for reasons that drove me insane
I blamed myself for not loving you and turning thoughts of you into the ignorant fool I wish I never knew
16 cuts across my chest like the 16 years you left me in distress
I hated the fact that you had to be the one that provided me the air I breath
But I thank God for pulling out the negativity in my life he knew I didn't believe

And the last memory....
I remember the call that day and the voice said...
"He's dead... He's been gone for three days, found in a crack house raided by mistake"
I said "Ok... what's the purpose of this call today?"
She hung up to react in dismay
Not one tear shed for your mistakes
Not one tear shed for your mourning wake
Not one tear shed your soul at stake
I was at peace for what I call faith
but I wish I had one chance...just one chance...to say...

My soul died to see you breath another second
And the only thanks I received was your courage to put your right foot in front of your left
And step out of my life
To come back to me at 16
With bullshit memories of how you feel you needed me
I can't breath with the intensity of knowing you're now laying at what this world would consider peace
6 feet deep and beneath the earth's soul
God had this situation in control till the devil provided me with information to behold
And just know, I held it tight against you in hopes that one day I'd have my own thoughts to console