Whats Dear To Me!

Its those deapist, darkest, most horribly twisted memories that i hold dear to me.
They linger in my head like fog lifting early on a worm suny morning off a old pond.
One may i add that is truly reluctent to forfit its cachae.
They hold the old near to my soul,
never to be alowed to let go.
Intangled in the hair on my face like that of past disgrace,
but i have to say its those ones that i truly inbrace always.