Memory Breathes like a cataclysmic tide With Sharp rocky tendrils reaching out Bent on my demise, I’m shattered through. Slammed against the walls too high to escape, My body wrecks the havoc in a never ending Nightmare. Pulled under into icy salt water, my lungs fill with water instead of the screams I’ve released. There I stay battered and bruised as memory breathes through me endlessly.