What to do when the past makes an appearance
Things thought dormant arise to remind
Trust is a luxury in this tainted world
A world I am forced to travel
Feeling hopeless is so easy to fall into
The world is waiting to crash down
Just a thin membrane of courage
Stopping total madness
I will never again fall prey to the dark
The somber feelings of dread
I feel watching me through my own eyes
People never really change I am told
I write a melancholy tune
To accompany my mood
Being a composer and a poet
Is a lasting and inevitable curse
