Memories ate me

Torturous bark  
of misfortune  
Hands like a mother  
of an orphan  
 
Roughly scaling  
my disposition  
Concealing the victim  
of tenderness within  
 
echoing visions  
of days past  
backbone of fear  
the root of my mask  
 
Armored from pain  
of my bleeding eyes  
soul buried so deep  
cant hear its cries  
 
Who am I  
who have I become  
feel sick in this skin  
memory what have you done  
 
Life absorbed  
what was left of me  
Who would I be now  
If Memories  
didn't have its way with me