In your head, in your mind, is a blackout

But you're only thinking it's just lights-out

But that's when the red trickles down your head

And everything begins to make sense

The horror on what just took place

But you don't remember what was erased

This is amnesia, my unaware friends

But this is the chance to make amends

This was the choice I was willing to make

Fully knowing the risks I had to take

I've been forgotten, lost in sight

Everything I knew became the fright

The memories!

My memories!

All lost from the slip of my hand

Amnesia is the thing to blame

Even though Ms. Amnesia is my name

I'm making a book called Ms. Amnesia. And I thought, I could make a poem about this too. So I did. I hope it will make you want to read the book, but I barely started the book. So until I publish the book, this poem will do. Hope you enjoy this. And read my other poem, The Shadow of Me if you can. Vomment!

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