Melancholy Engram

Takes me back to those days
When I used to feel summer
And the cold that was around it
Rains, the rays, our surrounding debris
Doesn't even smell the same to me

Wasted youth
Begs for a start
Now that it's severed from the tragedies
Somber serenity for facing my memories
Prosperity is observing what is behind of me

With one eye on history
Without smell, without taste
Without the shakes
As I'm reading into the black sprayed over ivory
Audition of the past

Buried and lost, I am willing to seek in the mud
If it's hiding I will find it
May history be dreamt
Reiteration, abstracts and facts
All enthralled in a pact

Prudent observer
Sometimes looking back is the only thing that pushes you
Further

If it came to pass, just be sure I'm considering
Everything
Like our memories
Like the corpses that I untwine
From the net that I cast

Nostalgia
One love for one truth
One catatonic state for everything I've been through

With one eye so slippery
Rise and repeat
Writings are bleak
Reading is treated as a gift for the black sprayed over ivory
Audition of the past
I tend to forgive before I forget
Molding curiosity blind to regret

Buried and lost, I am willing to seek in the mud
If it's hiding I will find it
May history be dreamt
Reiteration, abstracts and facts
All enthralled in a pact

If it came to pass, just be sure I'm considering
Everything
Like our memories
Like the corpses that I untwine
From the net that I cast
Take notice that a promise weeps for a time when it was noticed
Now it's broken