My deepest thoughts,
Bring back the past,
And plays scenes of a distorted livelihood,
So it comes with images so rough,
That if it lasts,
It would ultimately turn into something no good.
Devastation at worse,
Perhaps even tragedy,
Nobody really knows,
But the person upholding the agony.
Sometimes these past images bring forth,
Beyond your eyes captivity,
Romantic visuals of passion and desire,
And love making with much creativity.
The past always hunts me in mysterious ways,
Sometimes in dreams of endless nightmares,
Even worse in reality,
In my own dis pare.