When waking up the feelings still haunt,
moving to breakfast,
thinking, not wanting,
hoping the pain won\'t last.

Around dinner time it\'s almost gone,
I can almost ignore it completely,
can fool myself that I\'ve moved on
but then it sneaks up on me discreetley.

When I come home at night I hear that song,
those cursed notes that brings it all back.
I\'m revisited by what I did wrong,
and beaten down by what I seem to lack.

Then a flash,
thoughts turned to trash,
sound of thunder,
and I wake from the slumber.
I can\'t feel anymore,
can\'t sense the sore,
no more sorrow,
erased horror.
It\'s done,
I\'ve won,
game over.