Nostalgic Memories

Nostalgic memories haunting these melodies.

Turn foul these crediting's.

As the days turned away from the better things.

It still stings and rings.

Echoes in time, it's here while I write this rhyme.

It's in my mind and if I could find some space in this place and get away from the taste of distrait.

Then maybe I could make it and not break it when I take fix.

I ain't this, I hate this and contemplate the faces which haunt the places I go.

Where can I go though and not know, not grow?

Not take for granted and take full advantage of those I miss, that I'm over with.

A lonely drift fixed with a omnishambles tiff.

On this jam I lift the weight of the punitive penance I was handed with.

Damn, this fist slams and breaks the table, I'm not able to be stable, running the fable I'm Abel.