Catharsis...

She calls to me from a past life. Cuttin' like that hot knife. Droppin' to my knees; prayin' lord please. Allow me some peace & force these dreams to cease.
I have memories of our place; but, your face still makes my heart race. We played house, the cat got the mouse, & the needle ran away with the spoon. After a while, like a shark, our demons came swimmin' from beyond the dark.
Consumed in fury, the memories still blurry, behind the tears; I sit with fear & indifference; wrapped by the darkness filled, with deliverance. Someday, someway, maybe in a past life I was meant for more. Greater purpose always seeping to the surface. Hungry for my light; Only greatness in my sights.