These lyrics haunting my memories,
Boxes of the past had opened,
My senses unleashed for second chances.

The perpetuation of my bugled mind,
Simply takes defense of a weary body.
That craves short of my sanity.
Uncharacteristic swings of life makes me alive.
My fascination is my sanctuary.

foggy visions
of limbering sights
once soothing
at a glance
triggering
the delicates of my heart
kept wounds
now undone