Even Without Blood Shed
our memories are what shape who we are right?
our private assortment of images fears loves and regrets?
so what happens when some one doesn't like who they are?
do they just forget the things that make them who they are?
do they give up their loves, and create new fears and regrets?
because that would be suicide
you take away my memories,
even if i don't like them,
and you have committed murder.
and just because i told you to
doesn't make it right.