Chased by a dream demon
We elope into nostalgia
The torment of those sunkissed days
Blissfully dancing under the heavy eyes
Of the one who never saw closure

Housed in a city of memories
The sickness drowning the bliss
This army of heavy hearts marches
For individual purpose without comparison
With stones nagging at their heels
And faces surfacing in the fear

The dream of a long dead facade
Happily skipping by on the walkway
Singing songs of sweet bitterness
To the tune of tormented tears

Even the fragile characters
Manifest the sickness
And we can't stomach it
Because I fear underneath it all
I can't forget this forever.