Falling back into the mould

Seeping back into the mould
I once lay in
So long ago now it seems
I tattooed my own skin

Bittersweet scents
Drifting through
Open wounds now bleeding
Old beneath the new

Time it goes so slow
Left behind in the motions
Caught up in the waves
Drowning in blue oceans

I touch all I can't feel
And hope I'll make it through
No looking back this time
Because I know I won't see you

Falling back into senses
I can no longer ignore what's there
This is my story
These are the scars I wear