Violent Games

Its been ages since I’ve seen your face.
Yet I still remember your sweet taste.
Every now and then it returns to linger as if you’re here.
Alas I know those times are confined to yesteryear.

Sometimes I swear it can smell your perfume.
It always has and will remind me of first bloom.
Still I know I can’t go back to those days.
Times have changed and to you I am nothing but a haze.

There are times when I think I hear your voice.
I have to admit that it is never by choice.
The marks you left I still bear regretably.
If it were possible I would scrub you from my memory.

Ocassionally I swear I feel your delicate touch.
Recalling the past we had can be far too much.
Choking on air as if there’s a weight on my chest.
Each day is a single step where I try to do my best.

You always brought out the worst in me.
Demon in flesh that would act irrationally.
Flay anyone who crossed my path.
My life was turned into a bloodbath.
In your name and for your aims.
All part of your violent games.

Now I’m free.
Those days behind me.
Yet still you remain at my periphery.
Mentally rather physically.
Remnants of when we were a match.
Forever an itch a wish I could dispatch.