The Distant Fade

A distant fade lights up my mind,

sparks a comeback,a renumeration.

A scent,a tune or even a name,

anchors to deprivity,to fall, again..

Gone are my days of pestilence,

Gone are the tides of pain..

But when the fall arrives to me,

they flow back,Insane..

I have found new ways,a brand new start..

But the music still plays, and the memories still hurt.