Nostalgia

Dying slowly, all alone hope is gone, the seeds were sown another day without a touch another dawn with only dusk But sometimes it rewinds me to the bliss of languid dreams to my precious memories to the mysteries of all I'd never seen Dying slowly day by day and every colour fades to gray I walk the walls of hell's abyss with every trail, I will persist Why can't you hear me? release me I'm forgotten and buried And sometimes it rewinds me to the innocence that pulls me through And sometimes rewinds me to the place where the fires burning And sometimes I can daydream that I'm free but its just a reverie