They come to me in unearthly hours,
Memories, fluttering like leaves in the Fall.
They bring me the music from far,
Dark acid, poison blues
Songs, that had remained long unheard.
They bring me faces of long-lost friends,
People, who failed to catch up with life.
They bring me the happiness I detest,
Sunlight, dew on grass
Morning Glory, first blackbird
Happiness, that I do not want.
They bring back the pain to me,
Mildewy, a taste of ink
Pain, which makes me what I am.
They bring back your face to me,
Diamonds, starry night skies
Your face is now just a distant land.
They bring everything back to me in the strangest ways.