Nostalgia tastes bitter in the back of my throat
The memories mingle on the tip of my tongue
Let the old poisons seep out of my pores
The endless catharsis of reminiscing

I choke up a little remembering when
The tears well up in the corners of my eyes
I am cold and hot and a bundle of nerves
I can feel the forgotten feelings

It crawls under my skin and wriggles
I can sense the floodgates opening
The night awakens antique ghosts
I dream a dream of ancient history

Goodbye to the blackest moonlit sky
Goodbye to the pen and white paper
Goodbye to nostalgia bitter and grey
Goodbye to insomnia as sleep takes me