Haunted

Haunted
by Mike Pollock

These are the wind swept streets of my memory
Everything here but nothing to see
These tear streaked cheecks are dirt to run
My face is down, away from the sun
I don't deserve to see the light
I lost my love and my will to fight
Look at pictures relics of my past
rub the dust off the broken glass
her face is light and her skin is silk
my mind remembers and my spirit melts
I throw the memory down again
I lose myself in what she said
Notation here, in the journal of my mind
All the sorrow rushes back only to find

I left my memories away
But they keep on coming back today
I can't seem to get away from myself...
My past is haunting me

I heard you call on the answering machine
I read your e-mails and it never even seems
Like I'm gone from days gone past
Like my heart was ever going to last
Inside my mind of moonlit entities
Lies the crack of a long lost love to be
Streaks of crimson across my eyes
Leave myself as the punk to despise
I wish upon a star but feel it fall away
Nothing is left to me, I give away the rest of these days