In the depths of my mind, grotesque memories reside
Like haunting shadows, they refuse to hide
A gothic tapestry woven with eerie threads
These memories linger, filling me with dread

Visions of darkness and macabre scenes
Twisted and distorted, like feverish dreams
Each memory a grotesque work of art
Etched in my mind, tearing me apart

The whispers of the past, a haunting refrain
Echoing through my thoughts, driving me insane
Yet, amidst the darkness, a beauty does gleam
In the twisted memories, a somber theme

For in the grotesque, there lies a certain allure
A fascination with darkness, mysterious and pure
These memories, through haunting, have a story to tell
Of the human experience, where light and darkness dwell

So I embrace these grotesque memories with care
For they shape my soul, a reminder to beware
In their twisted beauty, I find solace and release
A gothic tapestry, a haunting masterpiece