Dying to kill

Those days remind me of you. The memories are known as they are always bothering me. Stabbing me into some way of desperation. Torture me like a ray of lightning. They struck me like bubbles on air. Feels like something boggled up. Gobbled down the way in some things. I'll cross oceans like never before. So you can feel the way i see it too. Or tortured self. So, Bye.