Memoirs

Silhouettes of my yester follow close,
An enigma crawling from the inside,
Gnawing to the very core,
Rippling an effervescence,
Encroaching in an abyss,
Of a wanting, a desire, a craving,
A gaping emptiness inside,
Crackling,
Suffocating them,
Killing them,
Carnations on top of the grave,
Exhuming skeletons,
To haunt them forever.